Fair Play (Part 3)

I was not paying attention to Rita, who, once again, decided to take matters into her own hands. She did some kind of two footed leap brushing past me and closing the distance with Frank in the blink of an eye. As she landed, her right hand shot forward full force into his face. 

He staggered and fell backward clutching his nose. Blood was pouring out everywhere.

"DAMN YOU! You broke my nose!" he howled. "I REALLY think now would be a good time to leave!" I said, louder this time. "Come on, Frank! Get up! I'm not done with you yet." taunted Rita. She had resumed her fighting stance and seemed to be thinking about using his head for soccer practice.

I stepped forward again, though this time I wasn't sure who needed defending more.

Mercifully, Frank finally got the hint. He rolled over and crawled back a few steps before getting up. He looked back to see Rita still ready to clock him again.

"Frigid bitch!" he muttered as he retreated to his car, got in, and