Hope came in two forms

One-on-one I could beat the crap out. Two together... is a little difficult but not so tough. But I'm faced with not 2 or even 3...but five people. Five dangerously looking, mean-faced, probably weight-lifting bikers. A girl must know her limit. I'm no wonder girl, and I don't even fancy the idea of me coming out of this scot-free. Still, I must try and hope that I can handle it. Hope, to live and take my revenge. I scanned the alley, locating anything I could use in my fight. Before I could take note of the inventory, they pounced on me. It was harsh... it was painful...it was brutal. I gave everything I got, not letting them pin me down. Because I know...I know that once I'm pinned, I'm done for. My knuckles are bleeding, I have scratch marks and I lost count of my bruises. I cannot get them to me. I will not. As the fight progressed, things got ugly. It's clearly visible in their faces, they thought it's easy picking. They didn't expect a fight. Maybe because of this, their in