My fist hurt like hell; that guy sure had a sturdy face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Someone screamed; someone else cursed.
He fell back into the men behind him when my instinct told me to dodge to the side. I followed through with it, and when I looked up, I saw the Hulk also smashing an audience member with a punch that was surely intended for me.
The audience member fell, and the guy he fell into punched the Hulk.
"STOP!" The guard yelled, or at least I think it was him; everywhere I heard the same voice, and only when I spoke did it sound slightly different.
Doesn't that make me the most special among all these fuckers?
I broke into laughter when I received a kick in the stomach, no idea from whom. The next time he kicked, I grabbed onto his leg, pulled him until he fell, and then struck his knee with my fist, leaving it bent in a very unnatural way.
"STOP RIGHT NOW, STOP!!"
