Fight or not

Sometimes there are situations in which you can be easily a winner. And you are ready for it mentally, physically or both.  But instead of fighting you apologize and step back.
Because the price of the victory is too expensive.

This is one of such stories.

My boyfriend and I love walking. This was one of the days when we were enjoying ourselves, walking through a historical part of the city, when suddenly,  out of nowhere appeared a young lady. She was in her twenties, tall and slim. Her face was swollen; clearly, along with genetic issues she had problems with an excessive alcohol consumption.

It was a chilly, windy autumn day, about 46° F, but her jacket was unbuttoned, her head was wrapped with a piece of clothing, but most glaringly, she had neither shoes nor socks.
For some reason, out of all people on the street, she chose us and headed straight to my boyfriend begging loudly: "Where are my sneakers? Lead me to my sneakers!". Wow, this was embarrassing and intimidating.
We ignored her and paced quickly to the intersection. The green light was blinking, so we sprinted across before it turned to red. As we went about 30 feet, I turned around to make sure that we were safe from the follower separated by a flow of cars, and I saw that I was ....wrong.

In fact, she was approaching us with cosmic speed. Seconds later, all my attention was absorbed by the sickening sound of bare feet thumping on the pavement. There she was again; reaching out her hands, touching my boyfriend's jacket half pleading half ordering: "Why is everyone so cruel? Lead me to my sneakers!”

At this point I was extremely horrified and outraged at the same time. I was on the edge of hurting her.

Here I need to add that my boyfriend is a martial arts master with real fighting experience and I, as one of his apprentices, have been training in martial art for
over a decade, so I know how to fight and I was ready for it. But I also noticed that my partner did not lift a finger to hurt her. Instead of kicking or punching, he turned around 180 degrees and kept walking.

So did I.

There we were, the three of us weaving between cars, stacked in the traffic jam, changing directions, racing through a crowd of people casting curious glances at this strange procession, but she didn't lose her grip.  Finally, as we turned around the corner, lady luck smiled on us, and the pursuer lost the aim.

For a while we walked in silence.

No screams, no orders, only some cars passing us by.

The chase was over.

As the adrenaline rush gradually settled down I asked my boyfriend: "Why couldn't we use our martial art skills?"

He smirked and said: "Insane people feel pain differently than normal people. You may twist their fingers and they won't notice. The main problem, however, is that you can not predict their actions. What if she jumped and bit you? Even is she simply scratched you - you may not want to know what kind of diseases might be under her nails.

The best thing you can do is run.
Forget about the super kicks you know or what others might think of you.
Just run away from trouble.