6
ZAC
“Motherfucker.”
I stumbled sideways, thrown off-balance, and would’ve gone down completely if someone else hadn’t grabbed my arm and hauled me back the other way.
I don’t know how I spotted the second fist flying at my face with my vision already whack from the first punch. But I was ready for it this time, and I could hear the air swish as it came.
Dodging at the last second, I ducked, and the asshat ended up hitting the guy on the other side of me. As my first assailant doubled over in pain, I punched Douche Number Two in the nuts while I was already crouching right in front of them. He went to the ground like a falling oak, going cross-eyed and clutching himself, which gave me a chance to straighten and look around for their third buddy that I knew had to be loitering nearby.
