Wavered

He decided that if he was going to go down, he was going to go down fighting. And maybe if he could land one good hit, all this would be over in an instant. He imagined the bottle colliding with this girl’s pretty face, and gulped at the notion of hitting a woman; for all the sins he had committed in his life, laying a hand on the fairer sex was one step too far. Come on, Alex. He gripped his weapon harder and mustered his resolve. This was not the time to pretend to be a gentleman. It was either her or him.