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People tend to lose their nerve around me, can't imagine why. If it happens, believe me, I wouldn't be said [NWOR]ress' biggest problem. You see, I am there and I am capable to some extent, 100kg of muscle and towering a head over most people, looking like a marine or a pro-player as I am, I'm not an easy mark. However, if said strumpet was stupid enough or just not aware of the association to me and did it anyway, then, like I said, she'd not survive it and it wouldn't be by my hands nor would it be a "fair" fight, there would be no fight.
The girls I escort, my friends, are pretty little gangsters with loads of money and connections. They don't need brawn or weapons, and neither brawn nor weapons could stop them. How do you fight what you don't see, who you couldn't know and have never met before?
If I was alone with Bestie that's a different story. Here's how I picture it going down.
The weirdo pushes her head into the glass. I grab Bestie and look around to see who she's with, she could be with a large gang for all I know, this may be a plant to get me to "hit first" and get that on camera so they can go to town, direct assault could be a death sentence for me, so I'd pull Bestie close and get between her and the weirdo and look down at her to see what she's doing. If she just laughs like a clown and starts retreating, whip out phone and record, follow her safely, get as much information as I can, say nothing, do nothing else. Again, I'd have to be especially aware if she was going back to her gang, I wouldn't leave the safety of the mall flock. Last thing I want is a news anchor pushing a microphone in front of her or me, we'd leave immediately afterward. Witnesses would likely be confused as to what even happened.
Based on the evidence collected, weirdo would get what she deserves eventually. What she couldn't know is I roll with vicious animals, sociopathic zealots to their own kind, ruthless, intelligent, unforgiving monsters. You see us and you may be intimidated by me, but you don't understand that I'm the least among them. They don't do things that can be traced. They work the long game. This woman wouldn't know who or why or what is happening, just a long series of unfortunate bad luck leading to her destruction; death by a thousand cuts.
If she tries to pick a fight, I'd scream like a monster, loud and hard and long as I can and I have some big lungs. Everyone from 100 yards would wonder wtf is going on. I'd just continue to scream like I was going to die while protecting bestie. This lady would lose whatever game she was playing, no one expects that from someone like me and that's the point. Don't be easily played, don't be an easy mark, be confusing, say nothing, just scream LOUD and I would be having so much fun believe me, I'll try not to laugh. At that point mall security would separate the parties and we'd tell our side of it. She'd lose any case period, my lawyers are not the kind regular people can afford and they'd work for free for me.
Let's go deeper. She stabs Bestie. Assuming she still has the knife, I'd have to overwhelm her and it would be over quickly. Either I die or she does. I'd be lauded and revered by my friends for that one. (even moreso) She would have to die, sliced through, gutted, an unfortunate accident while trying to protect myself and my young friend. To the best of my ability.
Anyway, these are all just fun thought exercises, when it happens I'll let you know what happens. I've told you other stories, I could tell you a few more of the kind of thing that did happen.