You guys know the viking beserkers -That's me past the point of no return. It's only happening twice in memory, and friends have said that was truly terrifying to see me in that state. The first time, I nearly slugged a girl, because enough was enough. She was hassling me over something personal, and I had warned her, and warned her, and then tried to leave, because I knew I was getting too angry. Of course the silly bitch followed me. Four guys had to hold me back. I, to this day, still get distinct pleasure from the fear in her eyes every time she saw me after that. That's terrible isn't it? I had people asking me how I did it (she had a reputation for being the town bitch).
The second time, I was out with friends, and these guys followed us, as one of them wanted to sleep with one of my friends. We had told them to get lost, and they followed us from bar to bar, insulting all of us. Finally we stopped at bar, and the guy bailed up my friend against the wall. We managed to get him off and we went to the beer garden. I went to the bar to get drinks, and the guy asked me where all my friends were. I told him in no uncertain terms what he could do to himself. By then, two of my male friends, had come out to look for me just in time to see the guy take a swipe at me (he missed) and my friends grabbed me before I launched myself at his throat. Then finally the bodyguards appeared. I was so angry, I was attempting to take out 5ft 10' guy who was built, and I'm only five four (I had big boots on, that would helped maybe).
Actually that time really freaked me out, when I reliesed what I had attempted to do, because the guy could have hurt me.
