The Unicorn Hunters: fear

There was how the seine was supposed to go. He starts the fight with a shove. I counter by rolling away and jumping up. He comes at me again I dodge off to one side his momentum propels him into a piece of furniture, preferably one that catches him in the gut. I can yell the Truth at him. He'll hear it. It might not stop that fight but, I hope, it'll stop the next. His power will be broken. My work will be done.

But of course it didn't go that way at all. It was craftily done. He went for me in one of those places where no one listens when you scream. How he got me there? Well, that's embarrassing to remember. Any way, there wasn't any furniture. I had been warned this could happen but hadn't believed it. He had counted on that. I did cry out. But after the initial shock I switched to growling. I don't think he'd ever been growled at before. He was used to screaming. I fought as though it would be my last living act. At all cost I would stop him. I had to stop him.

An amazing thing happened when he was getting the better of me. Seemingly, from no where two women in motorcycle boots took him down. I think one clocked him in the head with her helmet. The other had her phone out recording everything. You know they're angels? The one with the phone gave it to me and told me to give it to the police. They couldn't identify the women on the video. As soon as they knew the police were there they left. I don't know why.