The crowd huddled around as the Fort Knox soldier and the knife-wielding fat guy who really had no business of even being there, whose reputation preceded him, he cut more and hurt more innocent people than Jim Bowie himself, he always looked for trouble and often found it. First, they mouthed off to each other then the fat boy swung his knife to the soldier’s chest, cutting away his shirt then blood seeped through the slither of cut clothing, then the soldier hit him knocking him back but the fat boy swatted his knife three more times slicing flesh with each swing, yet, the soldier never backed up, he kept moving forward with punches, it was a flurry of hits and thumps that was heard across the parking lot, a reprieve came when the soldier’s girlfriend noticed blood was now gushing forward from his belly and chest, the soldier was drenched in blood, and the soldier let out some incoherent yell and took off a stone(rock) from the flower bed that was mortared down, this was a Herculean task, like prying Excalibur’s sword but his adrenaline was now at this Hulk infuriating level, he ripped it off and came after the fat boy, knocking him back, then the owner rushed outside with his bartenders and the fight was broken up before someone got killed, and the fat boy really had enough, he was gasping for his breath, he had enough it seemed but the soldier was now covered in a bath of blood, the Cabin Inn had an apartment beside it, Robbie knocked on the door and asked for a sheet while explaining the critical situation and she obliged, Robbie walked over slowly to the soldier and told him to wrap this sheet around himself, he was still high strung and an emotional wreck, but he reasoned and realized Robbie was trying to help him, Robbie helped wrap the sheet around him and told his girlfriend to follow him with their car to the hospital, because he needed immediate care, blood was now running through the sheet, they loaded up in her car and followed Robbie to the hospital, they got out at the hospital and Robbie gave her his phone number while nurses attended to the soldier. She thanked him, and Robbie told her to press charges. She said she would, and if she needed a witness to call him. Robbie shook her hand and told her good luck.
Two weeks later, Robbie gets a phone call from her, they needed a witness, Robbie then had a court date, thankfully though, on that very court date or day, the fat boy with the slinging knife settled out of court to pay for all the soldier’s medical bills, Robbie hated the court system and was grateful he didn't have to take the stand. It was over.
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