Jimmy dropped the mop handle and reached for the curtain pole arcing towards him through the air. He didn't know who the pretty petite thing was, and right now, he didn't care. She'd bought him the two seconds his brain needed to kick itself into the correct gear. 

"Hey, fuck face," Jimmy grumbled, summoning up a killer instinct he didn't know he had. "It's about time you ate something long and hard!" 

Not the smoothest line to go in with.

Jimmy went in swinging the curtain pole left and right, first smacking a wall mounted counter and dislodging it from its fixings, and then striking the lunatic across the face. The young man growled, and stumbled back a few paces. Jimmy didn't let up, and he swung a third time, hitting the lunatic's right shoulder and making an audible crack. 

Then the lunatic's left hand grabbed the curtain pole, and pulled it clean out of Jimmy's  hands. 

"Fucked now, aren't ya?" the young man sneered, snapping his teeth in a rhythmic motion. "Bad boy, very bad boy. You made daddy's face bleed." 

Jimmy looked around for something to use, cursing his stupidity for letting his attacker so easily grab his weapon. His eyes caught the young woman's, who had been standing there rather useless the whole time, and he gave her a pleading glance.