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On the other hand, if I went to confront the men, it'd be four against one if it turned violent and they might be armed, however I'd have an open parking lot to maneuver in, I was bigger than any of them and perhaps I could talk them into going back to the bar. I chose option three. I turned and walked toward the men as they approached. They started laughing, making sarcastic remarks about me standing up for my woman and just general big talking. I made sure that I appeared as non-threatening as possible as I walked toward them. I put on my boyish smile and even put my hands in my pockets, well, just my fingers actually. I wanted to appear non-threatening, but still be able to bring my hands up if need be. "Hey, Dude, you know it's rude to igno-" He never had a chance to finish. Putting my long, muscular legs into action, I launched myself forward, closing the remaining distance and catching them by surprise, my right hand flying from my pocket into a fist as I swung. 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