Fights? Well, I never was very involved with fights and such on a personal level. I was the kind of person who always stood in the shadows for both good and ill. Carefully observing my surroundings and frequently making sarcastic comments. Sadly, I think I was the only one who got them.

However, due to the simple fact that I wore glasses ( ... and still do ) and was somewhat of a oddball ( ... and still am ) one time a random popular jock decided to pick on me by attempting to throw a basketball in my face while yelling something along the lines of "hey, catch this four-eyes." Luckily, due to my superhuman reflexes ( plot devices are awesome! ) I managed to catch the ball in time and promptly lobbed it back right at his face. Sadly, he was not quite fast enough and the hard basketball hit him right in the face with a sweet sounding thud. I think the poor fucker broke his nose, because he started bleeding and crying. I simply walked off casually, with his sycophants giving me evil glares. A pleased smirk on my lips.