Holly coughed and grasped his hands, surprisingly strong.
“Now you’ve got my blood up, bub!”
With one swift movement, Holly’s right foot swung upward, dealing an agonizingly accurate blow to the thug’s crotch.
“Jesus!” the man jumped around in pain, grunting like an urangotan.
Holly decided to give him mercy; he was drunk, after all. She raised her hand, and with blow to the base of the head, knocked him out.
“Before you attack, know all the facts, buddy,” she clicked her tongue dissaprovingly.

She dragged the man to the sidewalk and sat him upright against the wall.

“Would you have known I’m a black belt in martial arts?”
She smiled to herself and put her hands in her pockets again; Holly resumed her path homewards.