You leap down feet first and hit the biggest one in the face and you both go sprawling, arms akimbo. You hop to your feet just in time to get tackled by another of those vile bastards. It knocks the wind out of you and then he is on top of you swinging wildly. After a couple of blows to the head you start to feel a queer detachment to the whole thing. Deep down you know you have to get him off of you so you: