"Come on, let's spice things up a bit, shall we?"
I sounded like a terribly dubbed 90s cartoon. I squared off against my enemies with a one-liner straight out of the mouth of a long-eared rabbit right before throwing a baseball. I don't know if it was because of the mixture of various spices or because I had finally figured out a way to fight, but my eyes were glowing blood-red.
"Come and get me! What's the matter? You big thick-necked bastards scared?"
A sudden rush of adrenaline, an explosion of self-confidence hit me. I felt like I had jumped straight out of an Indian action movie, but instead of breaking into a dance number, I wanted to let my fists do the talking. Seeing that Murtaza's two goons weren't making a move, I decided to do what I do best: rush in.
