He didn’t take kindly to my threats, and thought I lacked the ability to back them up. As I moved at him, my thoughts were only to demonstrate that I could. He was stronger and quicker than I expected, “this is no time to play,” I thought as I struck to incapacitate. As he lay on the ground, I could see the fear in his eyes. Unsure of whether or not I’d let him leave with his life. My last stroke sought to solidify that I would not.