I recall an incident in my youth. My dad asked me to accompany him to check out one of my grandmothers rental units for squaters. My dad stopped with his lights out above a quarter block away from the house and noted a light went on. Then he went into action....on a normal day my dad looked mean, on a bad day like this he look maniacal. He zoomed up the front steps, crashed into the place and the next thing I saw was one guy flying through a window to the ground below, about 8 feet, and the second guy getting shoe leathered down the front steps with my dad holding a 45.
True story and something I never forgot....I never messed with my dad either by the way. In fact had I fallen off a building and my dad yelled stop as I was heading to the ground, I would have...immediately.
LOL Funny.
My Dad wasn’t quite that way but I would not have wanted to ever tangle with him.