I grabbed the first thing I saw: A glass plate. As quickly as I could with the pounding in my head, I turned. Just as my assailant made a grab for their frying pan, I brought the plate down on their head. Hard. The plate shattered, sending fractals of glass in all directions. I cried out in pain as a few pieces lodged themselves into my hands, causing the skin to be covered in bright red. The man, as I'd discovered he was, yelled as well; obviously my plate had done some damage. Blood bubbled from a large gash on his head as he clutched at it, forgetting the frying pan for the moment. I kicked the pan away as if it were a gun, grabbing another plate and holding it defensively despite the aching pain in my hands. 

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