It was one of these Meth heads. He had his hands up saying I give I give but was moving across te room towad the door. My guy was yelling at him and I was running from the other side of the house. I had a tactical miner's light on and was running down a dark hall. *CACKLE*
It had to have bore some resemblance to a train because I wear boots and they were hardwood floors. Anyway I cleared the hall and planted a foot on the arm of his couch and dove onto him. WCW'd us into a coffee table splintering it.
Most people give up when I tackle them through furniture but this guy was hopped up and started fighting me. I ended up managing a lock on him and got him to submit. Cuffed him and got him to jail without a scratch on me.
Today though.. OMG I feel like I got into a fight with a guy who was 25yo, hopped up on Meth and built like a brick shit house after spending 2 years in department of corrections.