The man gripped Milo Roland's collar with bone-white knuckles.

Jenna Roland lunged forward, but his grip didn't loosen.

A feral glint flashed in Jenna's eyes as she sank her teeth into the man's wrist.

"Ah!" He howled in pain, shoving Milo away before backhanding Jenna across the face.

"You bitch!" Spittle flew from his twisted mouth as he raised his foot to kick her stomach.

Tanya Hill and her crew surged forward, forming a protective wall around Jenna.

"Cops are on their way!" Tanya barked. The burly men behind her took a synchronized step forward.

The man spat on the ground, unleashing a torrent of obscenities.

A fist cut through the air with a whoosh.

Someone's punch connected with the man's nose, sending blood gushing down his face.

A brutal kick to the back of his knees sent him crashing to the pavement.

Blows rained down like hail as he curled into a fetal position.

Jenna shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her ears.

"Give me your shoe." She held out her hand to Milo.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea.

Jenna swung the sneaker, its rubber sole smacking against the man's face with dull thuds.

"I've hacked my own uncle with a cleaver!" Each swing carried the weight of her fury.

His screams mingled with cheers from the onlookers.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

Jenna crouched to tie Milo's shoelaces, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Ryan!" Milo suddenly cried out.

The teenager lay curled on the ground, his T-shirt soaked with sweat.

Jenna pulled out her phone, blood from the attacker still smeared on her fingertips.

"Stay with me." She pressed down on Ryan's twitching arm.

Police uniforms pushed through the crowd.

Officer Liam Hill surveyed the chaotic scene with a frown.

"He threw the first punch." Milo pointed at the bloodied man. "Check the surveillance footage."

Tanya and the others nodded vigorously, all talking over each other to corroborate.

An ambulance siren pierced the night.

Jenna wiped her face, leaving a streak of blood across her hand.