He’d seen it happen for the last time, the anger burned through his fists with an unmatched fury as he followed the harrassers to their van.

As they were packing their stuff into their trunk he tapped one on the shoulder and when they turned he punched them square in the face.

Blood sprayed from their nose as he grabbed them by the collar and looked them square in the eyes.

“If I ever catch you harrasing another woman it won’t just be your nose I break ca-peesh?”

The individual nods so hard you could almost believe their head could have rolled off.

The man drops them and walks off shaking his head and scrunching up his face with a scowl until he sees an older woman struggling to cross the busy road, paints his face with a smile, jogs towards her and offers her his arm.