WIP Wednesday: More Fistfights, Please

I put the lid on a short story yesterday which, among other things, involved a girl watching her father crush an old man's throat with his booted foot. Needless to say, the father didn't know his daughter was watching. Yes, it was rather a dark little tale.

Currently, I'm revising my not-so-top-secret novella, and I've decided I need more fistfights. At least one more, to get the action rolling.

Maybe the hint of one is enough:

"Amanda." The woman's blue eyes burned into Isherwood's gaze....