FIghting Back Against Bullies

“You don’t look so tough,” says the man harassing & instigating a fist fight with me in my dream.

He takes a swing at my face & misses as I side step his attack. I punch the arrogant sack of shit in his temple & knock him to the ground. His head bashes against the concrete, giving him a concussion upon impact. My rival places a hand over the area that I punched & winces.

“You don’t look so tough either, bitch boi,” I respond.

I kick him in his nose with my combat boots. He grips his face & hollers in excruciating pain. I kick him in his stomach next, knocking the wind out of him & shutting him up, then follow with another kick to his ribs. My harasser writhes in pain on the ground.

“My mortal form is the weakest that I’ll ever be against you pieces of shit. You picked the wrong soul to start a fight with, faggot.”

I unsheathe a hunting knife & stab my assailant in his throat then cut & rip my way through his flesh with violent force.

“I am so sick & tired of you chicken shit bullies & your disrespectful bullshit.”

I turn the blade around in my hand then slam it down into my adversary’s face repeatedly. His body twitches & spasms before he bleeds to death in front of me. I stand up & stomp on his skull until I’ve crushed his face. See your faggot ass in Hell real soon.