I got into fights pretty much once a month from middle school on up to the 10th grade. I remember I caught this dude with a left hook and hit him so hard I could count my 4 knuckle imprints on his face in 3 different colors for the next month. One day it was red, one day brown, one day yellow etc lol. He said, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY FACE!!" lel bish you started it. To be fair though he did smash a car door on my knee and it'll never be right again so I guess you could say I won the battle but he won the war. He learned some respect that day though face first. But theres nothing quite like tasting your own blood after getting hit and that feeling of the bell going off in your head "DING DING DING, ROUND ONE"