I ran at him. This time I grabbed his shoulder, throwing him into the corner. I threw my uppercuts in a mad succession. With each punch, my confidence grew. I watched him struggle to defend the barrage. He was flailing to block each strike. There was a confusion on his face that I had never seen before. With my anger nearly spent, I stopped, stepping back expecting to see him slide to his knees with his back scraping the dingy wall. I was panting as I stood there.