Until one time, after school at night, I was cornered by a group of outsiders asking for money. Naturally, I refused, and a fight broke out. They had the numbers, and I quickly found myself overwhelmed. When I was sprawled on the ground, the only thought in my mind was regret, regret for never listening to Grandpa's advice to practice martial arts.
Just when I was getting beaten senseless, she appeared. Her swift chopping hands and powerful kicks were flawless. Those punks were no match for her and were soon chased away. At that moment, she was like an angel, an angel who redeemed me from hell.
I happily sprung up from the ground and walked to her side. The awkwardness in my heart completely vanished. I joyfully held her hand and said, "Thank you, your martial arts are incredible."
She stepped back a few paces, somewhat awkwardly avoiding me, and said, "No problem, I was just passing by."
