"He used to hit you right?"

You stand there, dealing with the double whammy of Doe's abusive ex standing just outside the door, and the news that you are a father. You stare into Doe's eyes, and the rage in you builds as you see the fear in her eyes as she nods to your question.

You down your shot, and push off the bar towards the entrance, but Tommy stops you, "Bro, you do something stupid and..."

"I know, you have a family..."

"What? My family would disown me! You do something stupid, I'm going to be sitting next to you in the holding cell. I'd rather not do that though. Seriously, Janice is an excellent cook, and she said she's making a roast tomorrow, so..." Tommy answers.

You grin at the behemoth and shake your head, "I'm not going to do anything stupid, Tommy. I'm going to talk. Just talk is all."

Tommy raises and eyebrow, "Sign language I'm assuming." He sighs as Doe steps in front of you.

"Yes?" You ask your best friend.

"I really don't want to have to bail you out tonight." she says.

"You aren't going to...Honest!" You place your hands on Doe's upper arms and move her to the side, and continue your journey to the entrance.

You step out and are met with a swing to your head coming from your left. You catch the movement at the last second and are able to twist out of the way of most of the impact. "Some talking Tommy!" You mutter as you block the next punch and push Hank a couple feet back.

"You fucked my wife, you sonuvabitch! You don't mess with another man's woman. I'm gonna teach you that lesson right now, then I'm gonna go in there and get my wife!" Hank says, or rather screams as he charges at you.

You brace yourself and give him a stiff jab to his nose, followed by a left cross that has him stumbling into Tommy Lang. Tommy pushed the smalled man towards you, "Sorry John he said he wanted to talk."

Hank catches his balance as you answer, "Not blaming you man. I actually did want to offer this turd some payback for hitting Doe...and now I get the chance. With a whole bunch of witnesses that will say he swung first!"

Hank shakes his head as he moves in again, "To the victor go the spoils!"

You nod as you deflect a punch to your abdomen answering with a shot that just misses Hank as he hops back from his punch. "I agree, Hank. I really do. But the fact of the matter is, you aren't going to win. I'm smarter than you."

Hank spits at you, "Smarter? In a fight it's strength."

He throws another punch, one in which you catch and twist forcing Hank to step further forward and bend at the waist to keep his wrist intact. "Fuck." He grunts as you follow that up with a vicious blow to the side of his head.

Hank drops to his knee with a grunt. You note the perfect positioning and lift your knee into his nose. With a sickening crunch Hank's nose gives way, and he goes sprawling.