It’s not highschool anymore. I’m 30 years old with a family. I’m going to do everything I can to avoid the fight in the first place, including running away. If someone is crazy enough to start a fight with me and I’m cornered I’m going to assume they’re crazy enough to kill me.
AKA, that pocket knife I pretty much always have on me… I’m gonna take it out and stab you square in the eye, and then the throat, and then run away. Being there to watch my daughter grow up is a whole lot more important than “being a man” in some stupid fight.