“You did not just fucking hit him!” One moment I’m standing there and the next I’m tackling the bastard to the ground. I raise my fist, bringing it down with a hard slam, hearing bones cracking under the force of my punch. I don’t stop there though. I keep going and going until hands are pulling me back and I’m stumbling away from the man. I fight the hold on me, not ready for this to be over. I feel like a monster was unleashed and it won’t be satisfied until this son of a bitch is bleeding out on this bar floor.
