Boxers

They were four boxers. They were walking after training. It was already late, around eleven o'clock in the evening. Each of them had a sports bag over his shoulder or in his hand. The guys were laughing and chatting about something, but as they passed an alley, suddenly one of them stopped his friends:

"Wait...you hear it too?" Mike said.

Everyone else fell silent, trying to listen and understand what their friend was saying. They could hear screams and groans, or maybe laughter. They looked toward the alley. They exchanged glances, and the boys slowly began to walk forward, into the dark alley…

There was a group of five guys there. But... The boxers heard more female screams... it was you. One of the guys was punching you in the face (you were backed into the wall), but you somehow covered your face with your hands. From his powerful blows, your arms were already bruised and hurt terribly, but if you pulled them away, it would hurt even more. The other four guys laughed and encouraged their friend.

"Hey! Are you all okay?" Jackson said, distracting them.

The guys fell silent and looked toward the strangers, and the one who had been hitting you stopped and also turned his gaze in their direction. You finally exhaled... The four boxers noticed that your lip was split, and your face was either covered in cuts that were almost bleeding, or bruises and abrasions. You breathed quickly and looked at them, grabbing one hand over the other and gently stroking it. The boxers frowned at you.

The boxers saved you while you were being beaten