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piss him off.
    Ron continued rubbing his knuckles. He also continued not doing anything.
    I gripped the girl, Lena’s, hand tighter. “All right,” I said. “Let’s go, Lena. Ron’s apparently a nice guy and is going to let us leave.” I turned around knowing full well Ron would push me in the back, and Ronny boy didn’t disappoint.
    Like I said, when I get into a fight, things always go in slow motion for me—and they did so now. The instant I felt Ron’s hand on my back, I turned and grabbed his hand. Ron wasn’t prepared for me to turn. I’ve been told my reflexes are off the charts, that my anticipatory skills are unrivaled. I credit it all to the slow-motion thing. How it works, I don’t know, but the world seems to slow down around me while I go at normal speed. So while Ron’s eyes widened in alarm as he saw me spin around, he was helpless to do much about it. I grabbed his right hand and pulled him forward using his own momentum. Ron stumbled forward and hit the side of an oversized SUV parked on the street near us. He bounced off the door and fell straight to his ass. I heard chuckling from the crowd.
    It was just self-defense, I thought. Anyone could see that. He came at you while you weren’t looking.
    Ron got up to his feet slowly, watching me. People were still laughing behind him, and I could see that it was making him madder and madder. There was a red mark on his forehead where it had bounced off the side of the SUV.
    And that’s when he charged at me in a clumsy, uncoordinated motion. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to punch me or grab me. Regardless, I turned my body to the left and got into a perfect position to throw a ferocious uppercut with my right hand. And that’s exactly what I did. My punch landed directly on his chin, and Ron flew backwards onto the sidewalk, landing hard on his ass and back, his head bouncing off the concrete like a basketball. To my utter surprise, he scrambled quickly back to his feet, where he stared at me unsteadily. I think his eyes might have crossed a little. He staggered once, twice, and then fell backward.
    I looked over at Lena; her eyes and mouth were wide open. I couldn’t tell if she was scared or excited. Then she pointed, and I turned quickly and saw four of Ron’s frat buddies surrounding me. I’ve been jumped before. Getting jumped isn’t a big deal if you know how to fight, and there are no weapons involved. As far as I could tell, these guys were packing nothing but their soft fists. And since the crowd was composed of a lot of women, the guys would be less inclined to fight dirty. At least, that has been my experience. Then again, these were the same scumbags who had just tried to take advantage of Lena, so all bets were off.
    The crowd backed up a little and I once again marveled at my propensity to get into fights. Some guys attract money and girls. I attract fists.
    The guys were all sort of looking at each other, trying to decide what to do or waiting for some sort of signal. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of them nod, and I thought: Here they come.
    And they did, all four charging me at once. Except, of course, they charged at me in slow motion , my brain once again slowing things down like it always did. The first two guys tried to throw punches in the direction of my head. I easily ducked and sidestepped and gave a hard left cross to the guy on the right—and broke his nose on contact. Blood spurted down his face and over his shirt and he screamed and fell away. Nearly simultaneously, I gave the second guy coming up behind me a back kick that hit nothing but manhood. He fell to ground, holding his gooseberries. The next guy jumped on my back and I threw him over my shoulder and he landed on the guy with the bloody nose. The last guy just charged me like football player. I took a step back and gave him a high kick to the chin that made him stumble back. He came at me again and I gave him a four punch combination with my last