Zack went wide-eyed when Damien started punching. Oh shit. The drummer took a few steps back because he didn't know what to do except allow the Dog to vent his anger at these bastards. They fucking deserved it. But the cops? Someone might call them and that wouldn't be good. The first man fell after the jab to the temple and the others seemed a little put off but one thought he'd try his luck and aim a punch at Damien's jaw.

A stupid mistake and even Zack could see the bloke was hopelessly slow compared to Damien's fast reflexes.

"Shit---Damien---the cops. Someone might call on them. Let's get out of here. These losers aren't worth our time."

Zack didn't see another one coming up behind the drummer to tug on his long hair, laughing and giving it a hard tug. Fuck, that hurt! The Brit went to shove the guy away from him but the man had a good grip on the long curls.

"Girly boy here is a pussy! Look at his gay hair."