>SURPRISE THEM AND DEFEND YOURSELF… CRITICAL SUCCESShttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27LLPANAgzwThis fucking prick… Oh well, you can’t say you didn’t try and warn him…
You deliberately take a step back, trying on your best look of surprise and fear, and slowly raise your hands up, saying “A-alright man, alright! I’ll give you guys the money, just don’t hurt me!” and then slowly, you reach into your right pocket…
“Hurry the FUCK up, dude! I don’t got all fucking da-” And then you’re on him, your brass encased right smashing into his face, straight on. You can’t deny how satisfying it is to make this asshole eat his words, literally, as you feel the soft cartilage of his nose bend and then snap beneath the weight of your fist. He doesn’t go flying, not exactly, but he’s on the ground by the time you turn to face his buddy, buckets of blood streaming out of both nostrils, his nose already beginning to bruise.
“Wha- What the fuck!” says the one in front of you, and you gotta give him credit, he didn’t immediately abandon his friends, throwing a wild haymaker somewhere in your general direction. You duck under it and then lift up with both knees, your body forming a picture perfect uppercut as you rise up with your left, crushing into his chin, and you’re pretty sure you feel his teeth crack, then grind to dust. He takes a knee, and you’re about to finish him off when you feel the third one slip in behind you! He loops both arms under your armpits and lifts up, locking his hands behind your neck and leaving you defenseless! But, this dipshit doesn’t know: You don’t try to out wrestle a cop.
You push down with both arms, and feel his grip give just a bit, and that’s all the opening you need. You push the side of your hip into his middle section, to give you some torque, and then you throw your upper body down and forward. Now his grip is really loose, and it doesn’t take much more effort to free your right arm, grab his hand and then pull down, <span class="mu-s">hard,</span> and then boom, he’s off you and on the ground, grabbing his shoulder and hollering something.
You wind up a kick to knock him out but then feel a presence from your left, and you strike without thinking, your right fist hitting him, the leader you think, in the ribs. He falls back down, clutching his side and gasping for breath. You think he’s out for the count. Turning back to face the other two, you have a moment of fear when you can’t see them! But then you turn to the street, and yep, they’re they are, running for their lives. Turning back to the leader of that little crew, you pick him up by his collar and pull him real close to your face. The naked fear on his is too good, and you hold back a smile as you shout “I GAVE YOU A WARNING YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NEXT TIME WHEN YOU TRY TO MUG SOMEBODY, REMEMBER THIS FACE, AND THIS FEELING!”
