The local guys were being d***s though, and with the mood I was in I was ready to step in if they crossed the line. I eyed up the guy standing closest to me, who also wasn't saying anything. He was shorter and a little scraggly, not very well dressed. I could see him being some sort of a weasel though, the spiteful little one that would be the asshole who pulled a knife if this turned into a fight.
I imagined what it would be like, him pulling a knife and stabbing me as I squared off with him. I wondered if I could grab his arm and pull him toward me enough that I could strangle him or something. How hard was it to actually break someone's neck with your bare hands? Wow, I got real dark real fast.
Now I had those jitters again, a bit of adrenaline running through me as my body prepared f
