I am not afraid to back away when the odds are against me and I do not have self-defense implements upon my person.
Then again, last time I used my fists on someone, was at college in February 1978. Beat down a fellow cadet for saying vile things, which I knew were lies, about the young lady who later became my wife. He was in the hospital for a few weeks. I broke his nose, a couple ribs, collar bone and separated the shoulder on that side, too.
After that, Anita urged me to find other methods of exacting personal justice. She did not want me in jail.
The incident took place on campus and the police at the time let things that happened on campus, below the level of actual homicide, stay on campus. I was tried by a cadet court martial, who decided to throw out the charges with prejudice once they knew why I did the damage.
4 years ago the fellow contacted me and apologized for what he said back then. Also said he knew Anita would never forgive him. I told him the hatchet was buried between us and wished him well. He has been married as long and have Anita and I. His wife, kids and grandkids see him as a good man.