-Perspective is Everything-

I did not provoke the fight, so I feel no remorse for what I was forced to do.  We were arguing and seeing that I was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to cover for his insecurity.  He swung at me first, but being in top condition, I was able to block the punch neatly with my head.  Whereupon I jumped to the ground, knocking him down on top of me.  Then I poked his finger several times with my eye.  His finger hurt so from the strength of my eye that he became irate and tried to kick me.  I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands.  Before I could start the car he pulled me from the still open door.  I then proceeded to swing at him, but only managed to hit myself.  To this I thought:  What is this--two against one?

That was the final straw.  I lost all control.  There will be no mercy.  Taking him in the death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach and hit him two or three times hard in the fist with my teeth.  He had had it, I could tell.  After that he didn't even try to pick me up off the ground.  He was too chicken.