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Show 59 unaffected except as observer, but I am ready to end that tonight. I feel confident after the Lane fight and want to put my adrenaline to good use. Bane and Poison the Well play their sets without much happening in the crowd-fists fly in the pit, a few people call each other out, nothing really comes of it-but the place is vibrating. And two songs into Hatebreed's set I see a group of four kids start to attack two others like piranhas. That starts it. To my right someone tries to climb the railing to be pulled back by fingernail force, which leaves his shoulders and back bleeding. To my left someone takes a knee to the face. The movements look choreographed and electric, sort of poetic in a head-tom- from-shoulders sense, an observation that's easier to make from the stairs, teeth in place. Kylie pushes us toward the exit. We are fighting our way through when a bright, metal bar stool ricochets off of the wall and stings me in the neck. Jacob is knocked into the wall by another guy, possibly on accident. "Come over here," he says. "I am going to crack your spine like an ice tray." My first reaction is to ask Jacob how long he has been planning to say that. Even though I have been waiting for a fight all night, that desire is wavering now that fists and bodies are all around me. I know that Jacob will probably win whatever fight he walks into, so I just follow him and act like he needs me to have his back. Then Jacob and I are face to face with three other guys in the comer opposite the exit, elevated above the pit. I can't tell if they know each other or just happen to be standing next to each other. One of them is the one who pushed |