Whitney ponders a moment, then drops Kylar. "Tell you what," he says, stepping backwards. "You can have the first hit."

Kylar looks around, as if looking for a way out, until his eyes rest on you.

"What's the matter?" Whitney smirks. "Afraid? Why the slut sees anything in a creep like y-"

He's cut off by a punch to the nose, and stumbles back in shock. "Don't call her a slut," Kylar says as Whitney wipes the blood from his face. The crowd quiets.