He’d only planned on asking questions. The old lady had escalated things.
She’d shoved him. Punched him.
The helmeted man had no choice but to fight back.
But the old lady fought well.
He tried to grab her. She dodged and weaved. Shifted out of his reach.
She threw punches that hit him, even if they couldn’t hurt him.
This was no ordinary old lady.
He made a fist.
The old lady grabbed his arm. Using his own momentum, she threw him across the street. Into a wall.
When he got back to his feet, she was gone.