I decided that my best bet was the frying pan. It was still on the ground. With my head pounding, I made a mad grab for it, only to be stopped by a hand on my wrist. I shook my arm violently in an attempt to dislodge the man, which I had discovered it was. I punched at his face with my free hand, and heard him cry in pain as my fist connected with his nose. He released my other hand and I snatched up the frying pan. I swung it wildly, feeling th vibration as I hit the man. I quickly stood, my head still pounding from my own experience with the metal utensil. I smacked the man again, and then again. The man cried out, covering his head with his hands as I stopped, my hands burning from the vibrations of the pan. I looked at my palm and wasn't surprised to se the bright red blisters forming there. I brought the pan up again, not wanting to let my guard down, despite the aching pain in my hands.

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