Prompt #38: Defenseless
This is the singularly most unintelligent thing I have done recently was his foremost thought. Being trapped this close to home in a side-street by three common, though quite dangerous, roughs was positively galling. Even his formidable skills were no match for a long-handled dagger and thick clubs.
Just as he swallowed his pride to call for a policeman, a fourth figure slipped from the alley. "Had I known you were being attacked, I'd have brought my revolver," he heard in a tense but blessedly familiar undertone as his retreating back collided reassuringly with another's.
Weapons, pfft. Who needed them?