I pushed the sleeves of my leather jacket up and got in a defensive position; I knew defending my body against three gang members, all bigger than me, would not be easy. “Come on lady, just come home with us, and you won’t get hurt”, one said. I remained silent, keeping my nerves to myself. “You asked for it!” he replied as he began coming toward me wielding a knife while another stormed me from behind. The wall was one direction, and the third punk was in the other, so running was not an option. I surprised them by running toward the man with the knife; I took a few steps, slid down with my legs extended, reached up and grabbed his knife hand with my left while putting my other fist deep into his private parts. I then quickly put that hand onto his knife arm as well and flipped him over into his oncoming friend. I then got up and quickly turned around to face them as they struggled to get up. Now they were both charging at me; there was a wall behind me now, so running away was not an option. “Last time I went down, this time I’ll go up.”, I thought to myself. I surprised them again by jumping right onto the man with the knife, grabbing onto his knife hand as I did, and causing us both to fall to the ground. I quickly rolled upwards keeping my hand on his wrist and much to my delight, his friend’s fist which was hurling at my back landed right on the man’s chest instead. With his jewels and now his chest struck, he was out of action; one down, two to go. With him out, it was easy to grab the knife. I yanked it out of his unconscious hand, causing much blood to spill; I rolled over again to avoid a punch from his friend and got up quickly, pointing the knife at the two remaining men. Much to their surprise, however, I threw it over the wall. It was going to be bare hands versus bare hands the rest of the way. I once again got into a defensive position. One of the men continued to stand in front of the exit while the other made his move on me. He ran right towards me in an effort to grab me from the front. He was so locked into my face that he never saw my right hand coming with a palm strike. My chi was so focused that it must have felt for him like he ran into a wall. He certainly looked that way as he fell motionless. I then proceeded to lift my leg up and crashed it down on his spine. He would not be moving for a while. It was now down to two. Unlike the other two, the third gent did not rush me. Rather, he moved slowly towards me, so that he could react in case I wanted to run around him. He looked like he had some martial arts training, too, as his fighting stance was similar to mine. I knew I wanted to take care of him quickly, as the longer it took me with him, the more chance his friends had of recovering from my fatal blows and rejoining the fight. To speed things up, I made it look like I was trying to run around him, although my main goal was to get him close range where I could deal with him in hand-to-hand combat. I sprinted forward and to my right, facing him the whole time. He did the same to his left. When we got to the moment when were within range, I slid to the ground to my left under his defenses, laying my left leg out, and my right leg behind his left. I smashed my foot into the back of his knee and raised my left leg. He tripped over that and fell to the ground. I quickly got up, grabbed his right ankle before he had a chance to move after impact and turned it hard. When I heard the break, I knew he was finished and let go. I smiled as I surveyed the three “macho” men sprawled on the ground, badly hurt, while I had hardly a scratch. However, I knew I could not stand there for long, as they would get up. I sprinted down the alley, and out to the street. “Back to civilization”, I thought. I bet those men I fought that night didn’t think a girl could handle one men, never mind three, especially a 6’, 160 pound one, against three men 6’1” or bigger, 190 pound or bigger, as was the case tonight. Worse than their bodies being hurt, it was their egos that were even more bruised. I had my self-respect and dignity as I walked out, while theirs oozed out with their blood. It would be a while before they would recover that.
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 07:12:18 +0000
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