A punch from her was similar to getting kicked in the head by a wild horse; but that comparison was made later, after the whining noise in my ears had ceased and the world didn’t lurch quite so sickeningly whenever I swallowed.
Afterwards I spoke to the guy still trying to plug the nosebleed she’d caused with one crack from her forehead. At five foot three she had to stand on her toes to reach, but the bouncer had gone down like a tonne of bricks.
“This happen before?” he asked watching them handcuff her wrists.
“Blimey.” he whistled. “Can’t be worth it.”
“It is.” I said. “It bloody well is!”