You felt a punch hit your left eye before you were shoved into a wall. Two of the men that had attacked you snickered as the third one crouched down.

“Not so strong now, are ya, Runt?“ He crowed, glaring down at you. He looked so stupidly smug, before a bat swung into his jaw. He yelled out in pain and you heard a familiar voice.

“Touch them again and you’re dead.”

It was Rocky.