The life of Zacarias Poncho

[Zapp]

Twenty-six years ago....

Zacarias was faced with five bullies, the leader of which was intent of turning his face into an omelet. It was after school, two blocks from his house, and nobody around. Usually, Zac could get out of fights by paying off every other kid in all his class with answers to all the homework, classwork, and tests, but obviously this cretin had taken it personal when Zac had said his brain must be run by a hamster in a hamster wheel.

His mother had always made sure he could defend himself. Her words came back to him in a flash.

When faced with several enemies, you take down the leader. If someone else decides to be a hero and elects himself leader, then you take him down too. You go down the line until the rest finally get it in their heads to leave you alone.

The leader of this band of brutish thugs was none other than Carlos, which at five-feet-eight-inches had to be on growth hormones. He even had a mustache. The kid was a mountain compared to Zac's four-feet-eleven-inches. Zacarias also was lean, not muscular yet not fat, where as this kid looked like he benched three-fifty.

Words had been exchanged, and the boy-mountain came at him like a landslide. Zac saw his mother's face and heard her voice; every thing seemed to be going in slow motion.

When the other person is bigger than you, he tends to use his strength against you, instead of any skill. Use your brain, and you can take the biggest beast down.

Carlos threw his huge fist at Zac's face; he ducked and slammed his fist into his gut has hard as he could. Carlos grunted, then his stomach met Zac's knee. Carlos keeled over, grabbing at his gut. Obviously, his six-pack wasn't fully developed yet...

The other fools ran like their lives depended on it; by the look in Zac's eyes, their lives did depend on it.

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