Victoria felt the harsh grab and painful yank falling over heavily and trying to get up reaching for anything she could reach grabbing her bag with some Russian pepper spray... Her father had insisted she had it. Nastier than the American stuff, and maybe not entirely legal... Victoria had never asked. 

Shouting out to anyone who could hear knocked to ground stunned. 

[i]"help! Please... The hobo in black. Robbed me..." . 

"please... Someone..." [/i]

[i]"fuck you will pay for that junks" [/i]

She was stuck down, reaching up to grab the table. The chair anything to help with the pepper spray hidden up her sleeve. She had to get up though began to feel the effect of being ramped to the floor and probbly a good bruise or two.

Reaching up and aiming the pepper spray squarely and junks ugly face and let lose a solid burst of the caustic spray at his face. It was gonna hurt like hell for him closing her eyes and turning head away as it fired like her father taught her. 

[i]"pay back."[/i]

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