Kasey clenched her teeth together, anger slowly rising within her.  The woman cried helplessly trying to push her attacker away.  Before KC knew it, she stood directly behind him.  Without hesitation she threw her weight into a sharp punch into his lower back.

“Fuck!”  He yelled, pain shooting up his spine. He swung his arm around making contact with Kasey’s mouth, splitting her lip and excruciatingly shifting her jaw to the right.  She stumbled back a few steps only to quickly regain her composure.  Kasey wasn’t new to these blows; she was familiar with the pain, the sensations of a good ass kicking.  She knew what she could take.  This pussy’s retaliation was nothing.

“That, wasn’t very smart…”  Kasey trailed off, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. ‘Damnit! I should’ve just given him a kick in the nuts.’  She laughed to herself before eyeing the stranger who towered above her.  Before the drunkard could take another swipe at her, she leaped forward and striked him with the second knuckle of her middle finger directly in the solar plexus.

He groaned in agony falling to the floor in a heap, gasping for air as he clenched his chest.  It would take a while before he recuperated from that one.  A well placed strike to the solar plexus could definitely keep you down for a while.  He whined and whimpered like a wounded animal sulking for air.

Kasey spat some more blood off to the side, next to the cowering body lying before her.  ‘Sadly, I’ve missed this part of LA…’  She shook her head smiling quietly to herself before quickly remembering the woman.  She had crumbled to the floor, shivering next to the wall as she covered her face with her hands.

“Are you ok?”  Kasey extended her hand.

“I’m…I’m fine.”  Her body trembled furiously, graciously accepting Kasey’s hand in her own.  She lifted herself from the concrete and wiped the tears from her cheeks.  “Thank you.”  She managed to whisper, trying to cover herself with her arms.

“Here.”  Kasey slipped her jacket off and placed it over the woman’s shoulders.  Shyly, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and buttoned up the front.  She was suddenly ashamed of her body, she felt…used, dirty…  Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she shivered.