TIME TO FIGHT

He raised his fist first, drawing it back and intending to hit me before he had even gotten close enough. I always let them throw the first punch, that way I can always claim self defense.

He put his full body weight behind his swing when he finally released his tensed muscle. The punch wasn't bad, it had great follow through and would have hurt even me if he had connected with me. But I ducked to the side with more than enough time to spare. Instead, his fist landed with a loud crunching sound against the wall. Oh, were those bones cracking and breaking in his hand. Good!

Before you say anything about me ducking, I said I always let them throw the first punch, not that I let them hit me. I never intended to let them lay their hands on me if I could help it. Sometimes they get in a lucky shot or two, but that's usually it.

Tonight, however, with how drunk this crazy son of a bitch was, I had a feeling it would not end as quickly as I was hoping.

He was just standing there now, shaking his hand. It didn't seem like his nervous system had registered the pain from the broken bones just yet. I was now legally allowed to fight him, though I could have already when he implied that he was going to take me by force, and it would all be in the name of self defense.

He came to his senses then and aimed a kick at my midsection. That's when I countered with a kick of my own, landing it square in the middle of his stomach. He was fit and there was a nice six pack of abs there, but that was nothing next to the power of my kick.

Scummy doubled over in pain then, holding his gut as he coughed and spluttered with eyes that were as wide as saucers. Looks like he never thought a woman would hit him.

"I'm going to kill you, you fucking bitch." He snarled at me. Hey, he was almost convincing with that snarling sound of his, but he didn't use enough of his throat to make it sound real.

"No you're not, Scummy, I'm going to kick your ass instead."

"In your fucking dreams."

He was straightening up now, preparing for another attack. Ooh, this was going to be fun. But I needed to hurry so I could get that poor girl out of here. I watched as he readied for another punch.

You know, I often wondered if men took so long to punch so they could gather more power, or if they thought they were really moving at a supersonic speed and no one could possibly dodge their attacks, or if these guys were just too stupid to know what to do with all their strength.

Whatever the reason, I saw exactly where he was bound to attack next. I readied myself for a counter assault. Once he started to swing his fist toward my head I grabbed his wrist, much faster than he was moving, and redirected his fist's trajectory. In the blink of an eye he had actually delivered a flawless uppercut straight to his own jaw. And look he actually knocked himself off his own feet. Isn't that perfect.

He only remained airborne for a second before he landed gracelessly on the floor. Immediately he started to scramble back to his feet, his twisted mask shifting to one of frustration and rage now.

"You will pay for that, you whore."

"Sorry pal, I'm only dressed like a hooker, that's not what I am." I grinned at him, ready for him to come at me again. I was done holding back, I was going to do as I said and go all out on his sorry ass. He needed to learn a lesson, he needed to be humbled, and I was the one here to teach him.

As soon as he was on his feet I was attacking him. I mean, he had attacked me three times now after all, it really was my turn.

I didn't take as much time as him to prepare each punch as I hit him. I pulled my arm back and released it almost immediately. My fist landed square in the middle of his face, breaking his nose and splitting his lip at the same time.

Blood started to flow down his face as both of his eyes started to blacken.

"Ahh, you fucking bitch." He was screaming through the pain.

"What's the matter Saul, don't like a taste of your own medicine?"

"You're dead. I swear to God, you're dead."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, dumbass. Didn't anyone ever teach you that." I laughed as I went to hit him again.

This time I landed a quick barrage of hits to his ribs and solar plexus. With each blow he seemed to exhale a quick 'Oof' sound. Soon he was out of air and just gasping trying to get a breath at all.

While he tried hard to continue to breath I swung toward his head again, catching him at his left temple. He staggered but managed to stay on his feet, barely.

I was already prepared with my next move. I spun quickly, twisting my left leg around his left leg. My back was now to him as I prepared to throw him. I had moved quicker than he had expected since he was still dazed and gasping for air. With no hesitation at all I grabbed his right arm and pulled him up and over my shoulder, bending and twisting my body as I went.

The result of this move was him flipping over top of me and landing flat on his back in the middle of the floor with a loud, reverberating thud. All of the air had come rushing out of his lungs again and he was barely able to move. He was down for the count, but still conscious.

I took advantage of his pathetic state and pulled the set of zip ties from my little clutch purse. It was the only thing inside there other than my phone and wallet. A girl needed to be fully prepared, didn't she?

I grabbed his shoulder and flipped him over. After he was in the proper position I grabbed his hands and tied them behind his back.