Warning bells are going off in my brain as the adrenaline pours into it like a fountain. For one, I'd lost the door. They were getting in no matter how hard I pushed. I already have my full weight against and I'm barely able to hold it kind-of shut. For two, this was upsetting. It doesn't do my sanity any favors to have someone shout at me that they're from another world just like I am. Like they already know. Because I would know, and this is a hallucination or a dream of some kind. Of course my subconscious knows what I know. They bicker like a married couple, though. I'm not sure if that's part of my subconscious that represents the pettiness I had to go through in boot camp or the politics at work or... what. I'm thinking about this too much. Fuck man, I'd give both of my legs for a pistol right now.

As I struggle and strain against the losing battle that was keeping the door closed, I pick the best option I have available to me. I let go of the door and take an angle of movement backwards. Best case scenario one or both of them stumbles and falls in and I get an advantage. Worst case scenario I don't let them have the advantage of grabbing me through the door. That didn't look like it was going to happen, though. As I let go of the door the two caught themselves rather well. One of them stumbled a bit and I twitched on my feet, but I didn't go for it because he was a little too close to the other one. I was backed into a corner now. I don't see any kind of winning move for me. Next limb I get ahold of, I'm breaking it. Leg, arm. Neck. I'm going to do some damage next time.

I bare me teeth as I remain crouched in a fighting stance, right arm back and under my chin ready to protect my face, left arm forward, hand open, prepared to catch or block a strike or go for a grab. My eyes stare intensely past the both of them, keeping their movements in my periphery so I can react to both of them.
[color=9e005d]"Leave. [b]NOW,[/B]"[/color] I growl at them, sounding a lot less intimidating than I'd like with my freakin' Minnie Mouse voice. I give it a short moment before adding on to my statement. [color=9e005d]"You wanna talk you talk through the door. I don't wanna fight you but I [B][I]WILL[/I][/B] hurt you if you don't back the fuck up!"[/color]
I'm already thinking of options to carry out my threat. Small joint manipulations, breaking fingers, tweaked elbows. If I get put into a grapple I'm biting a chunk out of someone's arm, I swear to fucking Christ. If I had to start, I'd go for that trip throw and try to break an ankle while I was at it. I [i]really[/i] hoped it didn't get to that point. I've never been in a real fight with more than one person at once, and they had a huge size and weight advantage. Truth be told, if I didn't fight absolutely filthy they could probably kill me.

Let's hope that I'm crazy and that they're orderlies. Please, PLEASE be orderlies! Orderlies probably weren't going to fucking break my face open.