Feral cats. I mean children.
When I was 20, about 8 inner city kids tried the knock out game on me. I was lucky the guy that hit me in the face didn’t hit me head on.
I was in great shape at the time, so I began trying to throw the thugs into fast moving traffic.
I fought across the street to get to a gas station, and when I got there, the pieces of trash scattered. The gas station manager was on the phone calling the police, and then in 5 minutes the police showed up to give me a ride home.