EyE dance with the devil

I heard them before I saw them. I smelled them before I felt them. I felt them before they swung.....I counted 2 sets of footprints. I heard them muttering thier plan as I passed them. They intended to rob me. ME! canyou believe that shit? How you gone rob Fort Knox? I cursed the fact that I wasnt carrying my knives with me. Wrong time to leave the house withouth em. I checked my person for makeshift weapons. Front pockets?Nothing. Back Pockets? Nope.

I wanted to go for my backpack and pretend I was packing heat but they were to close. All I had was two pens in my shirt pocket.....I guess bieng a writer is gonna pay off another way today. Most pansy authors carry around "Notebooks" today but I'm oldschool. I'm lost if I dont hear the scribble aof a pen working its way down a pad.

I turned around quickly and said "Can I help you gentlemen?" knowing that my candid response would throw them off gaurd. "Yeah" one said "You can help us to that bookbag" before he had the sentence all the way out of his mouth I struck. First I dropped low to the ground and then I struck him in his solar plexus with both fists. I waited in my dropped postion to see if I had made the right decision.

I had decided that the shorter one would be the easiest one to drop and as he lay on the ground gsping for air I knew I had mad e the right decision. The other man was a head taller than me and didnt look like he could be intimidated or caught by a sucker punch. I grinned. This was gonna be fun. I wondered if this man knew yet that he had encountered another wolf...

He circled me. I circled him. we glared at each other. then I stod up straight and removed my pens from my shirt pocket. Daring him to strike while I seemed vulnerable. as I popped the caps off I said to him in a clear voice "You know in the far east, they would gauge a mans eyes out for stealing." "What you gonna do with those pens? Write me a ticket?" I chuckled. He still didnt know enough to be scared. I felt sorry for him really. "No." I said "one is for you and the other is for your friend." As I said 'friend' the man oon the ground stirred and started to get up

"That freakin Hurt! Youre gonna pay for that!" he started to rush me again. I could see that the other man knew his once fallen comrade didnt have a chance, but he just let him go anyway. Oh well, so much for "Friends". I swept to the side to dodge his first attack with ease while simultaneoulsy swinging my right elbow to the back of his head. He went sprawling to the floor again.
Big guy saw this as his opportunity and pounced...directly into the same elbow which had dispatched his friend. He never saw it coming. A little blook leaked from his chin where I had connected. I was too distrated by this to realize that he had snuck his Ham sized fists into my personal space and landed to blows to my ribs. ouch. good one. I was hoping he would be good.

As I rolled off of his punches I decided that it was time to end this, so I ended it. On his next advance, I dropped into a crouch. and Waited. He waited. I waited. His friend was silent. I made my move, sweeping my right leginto his knee and hearing the satisfiying crunch I was seeking. Then jumped up and landed one of my weaponized writing instruments into his right eye.

Do you kow what it feels like to stab an eye? Imagine a meatball in Spaghetti sauce. except sliperry. His scream was earshattering. I was sure that someone would report that scream as I made my exit. I thought about saying a few last clever words as I left, ya know like in the movies? but I decided that his eyepatch or glass eye would be adequate poetic justice..........TheGift