You give me no space at all, you relentless bitch. You drag me up by my hair, nearly ripping it from my scalp. Your fist is a blur coming at my face and I can’t get my arm up, no way in hell, all I can do is twitch my head enough to take it as a glancing blow off my cheekbone instead of a dead-on shot that probably would’ve smashed my nose. I’m hurt but not as badly as I hope you think I am... maybe your confidence-going-on-arrogance will make you a little less cautious as you come at me.....
I stop my backwards stagger as you lunge forward, my fist lashing into your grinning mouth.