September 11th. I'd like to write where I was at, but it is confidential. You know the whole, hero's secret identity thing. I saw some guys out by a fire department last night drinking and throwing bottles on their lot. I didn't do anything to the people but I picked up after them.
I did smack some people around last night though. A woman and man were getting jumped in an alley by a group. I took out the beat stick and opened a can of whoop ass. But the guy tried to help I think. It isn't like he is far behind me. There were about 6 of the bad guys. I dropped one on the jump and another tried to hit me over the head with a bottle. That really seems to have no effect. Bludgeoning stuff doesn't break my skin so I am fine with those hits. But the man tried to help by punching one of the bad guys in the kidney. Then he jumped on another guys back and put him in a headlock. I was taking care of the other 4 while he was brawling with his two. But I downed my guys faster and came to help him with his. Baseball bats make things end faster in a fight. Anyway, I ended up getting a few shallow knife wounds. They will be gone tomorrow. The other guy got a black eye and a split lip, don't know what else he got under his clothes as injuries. But he was thankful, and we sent the thugs packing
One of the knife wounds was across my forearm and I was having trouble gripping the bat so I headed in after that :/
Cincinnati is not doing to well for me so far. But I found the martial arts group I will be joining, so at least I'll get training in during the day.
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