... I'm starting to picture the SSSS community in a fight: Eich is slowly falling over with a long-drawn "noooooo" as the ground slowly approaches his face; Nimphy is jabbing at her opponent's nose like Mike Tyson and Clayres is clawing through clothes and flesh like the Wolverine himself.
I hear a music cue: "
Ev'rybody Was Kung Fu Fighting!"
I had to fight off an attacker once -- a man who rang my doorbell late one evening with an unconvincing story that he'd seen someone breaking into my car and just wanted to let me know. I was standing there processing that, with the front door half-open, when he suddenly cannonballed into it, trying to force his way in.
Luckily, I 1) weighed more than the would-be home invader did; 2) had been out in the snow that day and was still wearing boots with strong, grippy treads; 3) somehow accessed my inner Valkyrie and was able to throw myself against the inside of the door and force it shut (while shouting for the neighbors at the top of my lungs, which is pretty darn loud). It's funny -- your time perception really does slow down under the influence of adrenaline.
After that, my brother wrote me a funny parody of "Kung Fu Fighting" that included "sister's fists of fury" (among other things).
Up to that point, I'm sure my family had considered me as fluffy and helpless as OrigamiOwl's Himalayan cats (I certainly thought of myself that way). Afterwards... it was a little like when Bilbo Baggins first picked up
Sting. The Sackville-Bagginses see you differently after that...
