It was a lovely day out and I had just checked out a new book from the library for some light reading. I decided to take it to a nearby bench and start rummaging through the pages.
I had gotten maybe halfway through the book when I heard footsteps coming my way. I glanced up and saw a pack of athletes making their way from the gym and immediately returned to my book. They were snickering amongst themselves and motioning to me, but I thought nothing of it.
However, one of them, the biggest in the group, decided to make his way over to me, apparently on a dare.
"Yo, if it ain't that Warlock, the new big man on campus. You don't look so big to me though."
I didn't even look up to acknowledge his existence. I just checked the index of the book and skipped ahead to a more interesting section. He looked up at his friends and shrugged his shoulders.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked.
Once again I didn't relent. He wasn't worth it. I just read faster and focused more intensely on the words.
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Now, what could be so damn interesting that you can't even look up from it to see my pretty face huh?"
"It's a book," I replied, "I know you haven't read any but I thought you'd at least be able to identify what one is."
It took a second for the insult to work its way through all the layers of his mind. He stepped back and I could hear his friends snickering at him. He cocked back as if to punch me and I decided not to take a chance. I don't know if he really meant to hit me, but I wasn't about to find out.
With a sharp thrust of my right hand I dug two fingers into his Adam's Apple knocking the wind out of him. With the same fingers I pressed into the soft spot of his shoulder dropping him to his knees and from there I placed one finger on the gap in the front of the collar bone.
"Make one move outside of falling backward and I shove this finger into your throat and kill you immediately," I said.
He was gasping for air desperately and with an awkward motion fell as straight back as he could. He rolled around in the grass for a second getting his breath back. His friends, still stunned from my initial strike didn't even make a move to help him.
When he finally got his breath back, he stood up, doubled over and between gasps asked, "Ok, ok, ok, no need to get violent," he let out a sharp groan, "I just wanted to know what you were reading."
Without a word I flipped the book over and showed him the cover, it read Pressure Point Tactics of the Far East.