How far away were you when this happened? Five metres? Ten at the most?
Eight steps.
Then you were never in danger.
Next time, the moment a single one of them touches you, you shout. I will reach them before they can do anything at all. How many were there? Ten?
About ten.
And all looking at you. By the time they know they’re in a fight, there will be no more than eight standing. I have fought on the behalf of people I caree for a lot less than you, and I didn’t lose then. You think I won’t wreck them, hitting them from behind with a pair of combat boots and full intent to take them down? I will wreck them if they hurt you even a little. And you know I can do it. You know I will.
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