Whats the fucking odds. You hurl yourself at him the instant no one is looking. You run as fast as you can bringing the pointy end of the tire iron down at him. And he hears and he spins around in shock. Holding his key ring in his hand. The house key goes into your left eye drawing blood and clear fluids. You now blind swing misses Sigal but your hand holding the weapon banks off the fender of his car hard enough to strip open a wedge of flesh behind the index finger. You bounce off his car and fall to the ground howling in pain. Sig sees that tire iron and realizes what your plan was. He picks it up and he works you over good with it, breaking a few bones and taking three of your teeth out. then he drives off fast and he gets into a wreck two blocks away. It costs him a hirer insurance premium.