I didn’t particularly feel like talking.

I still wanted to run. And fight. I was reconsidering if I could take Noah.

I thought about dislocating his knee, but if I didn’t get away that would probably get me into more trouble. Pass on that.

But I did punch him in his thigh, close enough to his knee that it buckled. When he wobbled, I pushed against him and he had to let me go to catch him and protect himself from what he thought was going to be another attack. It ...