It appears to be turning violent as they surround them, trying to barricade them and remove some of the women
I watch for a moment, letting the security try handle it, until it feels like it's necessary to intervene
I walk up to to the line of men surrounding them, trapping the women in a huddle
I punch the first man very precisely in the face to knock him out
Then calmly and methodically walk up to to the second man
I pull him backwards over my outstretched leg to knock him off his feet to the ground, then give him one well placed punch to the face to knock him out as well, like the first man
I walk over a 3rd man, punch him in the face and knock him out as well, moving along the line
I'm not sure how many men I knock. It's at least 3, when I get to the last man who is massive
He is way bigger than me in both size and height
I walk towards him calmly thinking "this man is a monster. I hope I knock him out cleanly first hit"
But when I get to the man, I realise that he's on my side. He is actually coming over to congratulate me on what I did to the group of men
"You're on my side? Thank God for that" I said joking with him about the fact I don't have to knock him out as well
"Is there any left?" I ask him
He points to a bearded man standing nearby to us, guarding the group of women, holding a shiny and very sharp-looking battle axe
I start to walk over to the man when a women comes up to me and kisses me on the cheek saying thank you
I acknowledge her, but also push past her to approach the man with the axe
He gets his guard up as I approach, so I put my hands up in front of me and say "I just want to ask you a question", trying to get as close to him as I can while I do
He asks what the question is and I ask him "Did it hurt when they cut the shaft of your penis off?"
Before the can register the question properly, I lunge forward and grab the axe-handle with my left hand while punching him in the face with the right hand
It was another measured punch, weighted perfectly in order to put him down, without doing him and real harm
But this time, when the man falls him knees, I hold him there momentarily by our shared grip on the axe and punch him a second time in the face
The second punch is different to all other men because this punch I hit him as hard as I can, with the intention of hurting him badly
More than just knock him out, I'm trying to really hurt this man
I leave him in a heap on the ground and walk off to find one of his friend to give the axe to
I see a group of men sitting on the ground, some of which I think I just knocked out, or are friends with those I knocked out
I have to find someone to give this axe to. I don't want it, but I feel it was probably a good idea to take it from the man. So that if by some miracle he woke up, he didn't have it
"You friends with the man I just put in a coma?" I ask someone, but no-one wants to admit to knowing him
I start speaking to the man in another language that it feels like they all should know
But none of them seem to understand
I speak more in that language, this time directing it at a particular man in the group of men sitting on the ground
"I don't speak Greek" the man says to me
"It's Phoenician" I reply, correcting him
So I speak to them clearly in English: "If any of you protest something like this again, I'll come again and this time I'll (actually) be angry. I'll break something you won't be able to fix ... and I'm not talking bone or flesh"
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