Alice flipped them off.

"Thanks for watching, buy my shitty merch!" Alice shouted, throwing up a peace sign to the trio of hooligans they were passing.

"I cannot believe this bitch actually has a boyfriend. Hey, is she paying you?!" the ringleader shouted at Jace.

Alice grabbed Jace, doing a roll and bump against his sexy bod. "With muh pussy," she shouted, enjoying the trash talk as the trio of boys advanced on them. "You Jelly?"

"Man, You're embarassing yourself" the ringleader said to Jace as they drew up on the pair, "You know she's trash right?-"

"You're fucking trash-" Jace started, heated all out of proportion, before the punk punched him in the stomach.

Alice, as any red-blooded girl in her situation would, saw red.

Jace and Alice had discussed the differences in fighting between their respective worlds. It had been a weird set of discussions. They'd agreed that men's greater mass would be a point in their favour, while women's lower center of gravity would be a point in their favour. **** points had been ambiguous, considering skeletal structure. After a bit of discussion, they'd agreed that evolutionary theory was probably not adequate to explain how two genders could both be the fighting gender in their respective universes. The upshot was that Alice had thought a bit about how she'd fight a guy if she ever had to.

So some male punk punching her boyfriend in front of her was a scenario she'd run through her head a few times. You could say she had fantasized about it. So she had zero hesitation before doing what her slightly abused psyche had imagined she'd do, given a green light.

The first guy had no sense of danger as she shot low and lifted him up. By the time she deposited him on the ground, headfirst, it was way too late. She could tell by how he twitched after landing that he was no threat to Jace any more.

The second guy realised pretty quick that she was a bigger threat than Jace, and threw his weight back when she grappled him, making him impossible to throw the same way. He did not think to make his balls impossible to break. Uppercut after uppercut landed on his sex organs as Alice released years of sexual and social frustration on his soft, soft sex organs. He dropped, practically presenting his chin to her desultory knee as she gave him an excuse to exit the fight.

The third punk's eyes went wide as Alice advanced on him, destruction in her eyes. "No-" he blurted, turning and trying to run. Alice's low kick caught his back leg as he tried to run, tripping him up as she lunged at his legs. "You! Bitch!.." Alice shouted as she worked over his kidneys and ribs.

She hadn't delivered a tenth of what he deserved before she felt Jace's hands on her Torso.

"Come on babe. You won" his voice intruded on her ear as she pounded the disgrace to mankind into the pavement. "We don't need this" he added, trying to gently pry her away from the miserable tough guy she was merging with the pavement.

Alice allowed herself to be pried away, the adrenaline dump hitting her hard as her sexy boyfriend hugged her from behind. Her limbs started to tremble as her nervous system realised Jace was safe.

"...Babe?" Jace asked, feeling her delayed panic reaction as he hugged her.

"You're okay" Alice said, allowing him to hold her.