You roar with rage. You kick the slam the door open so hard the glass inside it cracks. You close in fast, whirling out of range of a yardstick swipe. You knee the nun in the belly so hard it lifts her up. You twist her wrist painfully and the yardstick is yours. The first nun has crumbled to the ground wheezing. The second one is facing you with her yardstick held like a sword. You circle each other looking for a opening. This is serious shit. She lashes for your eyes with her yard stick. You blow the attack and elbow her ribs hard. You tangle your foot with her ankles and it knocks her down. You lash out and her skirt it cut for three inches of fabric. You slash again, her blocks with her stick but your stick slides along her weapon and bites her hand drawing blood. "Look out dude!", a goth yells from the gathering crowd. You don't have time to look, you just donkey kick backwards. You catch the other nun in the belly knocking the wind out of her. She falls on her ass hard. The stick wielding nun makes a series of desperate swings a couple of them draw blood. You strain out a wild swing that catches her full in the throat. She staggers, drops the yard stick and falls. Blood pulsing from her wound in gushes. You run over and kick her in the ribs as yard as you can. You her one or two ribs snap. You throw down the yardstick with a loud clang and you run. You are gone before the cops arrive.