In hopes of further understanding that part me, I will finally log that incident down.



I was listening to the xmen movie soundtrack. Its the scene where phoenix screws xavier's ass into oblivion. I hear shouts from behind. Wonder what happened.

I turn around to look. There were three. I recognized one from earlier. He hadn't moved out of my way and ended up getting jolted aside. Seems like the type to get annoyed, but pick a fight? Such people still exist?

He's talking very loudly, in hokkien. I make some of it out over my music. Feel annoyed to have to take my earphones off to listen to him, he stops while the other two approach me from both sides.

I recognize the situation, I recognize their tone, and sense their body language. These guys are trouble.

The two approaching are most likely going to try to hold me for the center guy. It would quite troublesome to get out of a two-person hold.

One of them reaches his arms out to try to grab me.

So.

I react first.

No time to aim for the best spot, the other guy is too close. I quickly shift to my right and slightly behind him. My right fist tightens.

My eyes are focused on the point center part of the back of his head, I quickly throw my aim off to the left side to hit less critical spot of the central nervous system.

He drops down silently and begins to roll around.

His friend is stunned.

I stun him further.

The one in the centre seems to be quite upset about his two friends. His eyes widen and quite surprisingly manages to scream louder than before while taking out a pen knife.

I hear the 'tak' 'tak sound of the blade extending.

This is getting out of hand, a weapon wasn't supposed to be part of this.

Uneasy.

I quickly run through the various disarm movements in my head. I feel my hands react to the rehearsal. Heart pumping fast.

He comes.

Crazy downward slice.

Stupidest move to make, slowest move to get into start position of the attack, and too easily telegraphed.

But still, you can never be too cautious when a weapon is involved.

I catch his motion.

The speed of my block makes him lose grip of his weapon, the momentum carries it down.

Into my waist.

Shit.

I kick him away hastily.

There's blood, and part of the blade has found a nice resting spot on me.

I pull it out upward opposite from the direction which the blade is facing.

Then, I feel it.

A rush of heat.

First over my back, then the whole body. My blood, feels like its on fire.

Its too late now. I can't hold him back any longer. It would take too much effort to at this point. Effort I can't expand. These guys asked for it anyway.

I let go. I'll just watch the show for now.

I snap the blade with one hand and throw it away while rushing at the owner. I could feel the intention of my attack. It would not be to knock him out, instead, make him suffer as much as possible.

Clawed palm, I see my right hand make as it makes contact with him first, then bursts for a second pulse and he's sent falling and rolling backward.

I scream.

His voice, that voice I silenced so many times, finally out now. Its overpowering. It feels so good.

Amazing yet scary.