Something similar happened to me in Jr high. I was smaller and shy. One day one of my ‘friends’ talked another kid into walking up and socking me in the stomach. His first attempt wasn’t anything as it was at an awkward angle and I just said - what are you doing? Then he did it again. We started to square off and some older kids broke us up and then they left as I kept walking.
Well...he did it again knocking my glasses off soon as they rounded the corner. After that I blacked out. When I came to I was being pulled off him and people were streaming out of the resteraunt across the street to help break us up. There was blood on my boot. He was missing his two front teeth. I’ll admit I was bawling up a storm, just wanted to be left alone after taking so much crap so many years.
No one bothered me much after that, other than typical ribbing. We ended up being friends - oh not ‘good’ or ‘best’ friends but friends just the same.
Haven’t had a black out like that since, but have had issues controlling my temper. Wondered at times if it’s related to Scot/Irish blood in me and what some term ‘berserker’ rage where clan warriors would kill even their own in battle without knowing it.
Forgot to mention he was head and shoulders taller than me - how I ever got my boot up to his mouth, which I’m guessing is how he lost his teeth, I have no clue.
I’m a gal and had the same happen. She pushed me one too many times and I punched the ever -lovin’ crap out of her face. We both got corporal ....but that didn’t matter. I stood up for myself. My folks agreed.