I'd let my girlfriend deal with the situation!
Its her they want not me!
^^^ This is probably the most realistic answer I've seen. :thumbsup: Either that or say, "Sweetie, you don't have to outrun those rapists, all you have to do is outrun me!"
I travel a lot. And in cities away from my home, a concealed weapon simply is not an option. And although I'm a 6'3" muscle head dude, I have no illusions that I'm 10 feet tall and bullet proof.
Imagining that one has crazy mad Ninja moves, and actually having to do the do, are totally different realities. I had a crackhead tenant come at me with a knife years ago. I had a pistol in an ankle holster. If I'd tried to go for it, he would have stabbed me. So we wrestled and I eventually flipped him down a flight of stairs. I towered over him, but even a little crackhead took some time to deal with. Lucky for me... not so lucky for him (but he lived). Had there been 4 guys with him, with or without bats, knives or guns, I would have been fucked.
My attitude here would probably be, "well, I guess this is it then." Since I'm not exactly an Olympic sprinter, I guess I'd just have to hang out with my new best friends and see how the story ends. :dunno: I'd probably go for the nearest one, attempt to wrench his head, snap his neck as quickly as possible... and hope that I could get another one before I died and she becomes the "life of the party" for those that remain. Unless the others turned chicken shit all of a sudden, the reality is we're both probably going to die that night. Eh, gotta go at some point, I suppose. :wave: Hopefully this one was more than a one night stand - otherwise that would be a stupid way to die.
But that's why I stay away from bad neighborhoods wearing a Rolex, driving an expensive car or walking with pretty girls. Shit is bound to happen.