Another Monday Morning

He hears you coming and turns, but it's too late. Your fist connects, a perfect swivel punch to the jaw. Most guys wouldn't be getting up from that, but the brute doesn't even go down. He is enraged and he comes back at you, grunting, salivating and swinging wildly with malice in his burning eyes. You jump back and have a split second to decide what to do before he makes contact.