I'm not even sure how to get started on this one.
Let's see... it's been raining, hard, the last few days. Today the rain finally let up, but there's a pretty stiff wind out there. Supposedly 80 km/h winds.
So I'm on my way back from work. Enjoying the breeze. Listening to music.
And what do you know. It turns out scumbags talk to each other. And have feelings. I run into what I shall henceforth dub the Scuzzy Four. One of them is a guy I kicked in the throat once. Good times.
Anyway, they have knifes and clubs and stuff. They figure they can take me that way. They say if I'm good they won't hurt me too bad. This ain't even about taking my stuff, it's about regaining their manhoods and stuff.
"You'd have to be men to even HAVE manhoods you could stand to regain. It's a nice day out, just enjoy it in the sun."
So one of them lunges at me. And I'm kinda still enjoying the breeze when the wind picks up. Subconsciously, I backflip and kick the guy in the jaw. When I land, I realize he's behind me. Still breathing though.
Now, it's important to remember I'm not exactly aerodynamic. I am overweight by at least ten kilograms (92 kg last I checked). I never successfully performed a backflip before - a front flip, sure, but I just didn't have enough leg strength to push myself fast enough to land on my feet.
"Seriously, guys. Since it's such a nice day, if you go now, I won't chase. But if you don't, I'm not even going to bother dirtying my hands."
They decide to go for it and take a stab at me. The fastest one gets in front; I connect with my shin and foot perfectly along the side of his jaw, shoving him aside in the same motion. Then I hop on one leg and do a split kick on their faces. Comically enough, they land face-first after that.
I've never been very good with kicking. My legs are pretty strong and they have a good potential for short bursts of strength, but I have very little flexibility. Today, though, I felt like if I jumped high enough the wind would just make me fly.