Best to talk your way out of this. You put both hands up, open, as if to keep him away; those hands will push away punches, you hope.
"Just a moment. There's no need--"
A fist comes flying, and you manage to push it aside. The man falls over from the force of his punch, and you take the opportunity to take his lamp. Can't hit what you can't see, you reason, but lamps are harder to put out than you thought--you can't see the lever to raise the glass.
And suddenly, the man is kneeling before you, penitent.
"I didden know, Your Majesty. I didden know."
Rather than ask him what he didn't know, you run, letting the sound of your boots on the roadway guide you. In ten minutes the house is out of sight, and you stop, panting, hoping the man hasn't followed.
It will be a cold night sleeping on the ground, but you are sooo tired...
There is a sound behind you. It might be him, or it might be something worse.
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