My rule with fighting is to always go for the eyes. Everyone wants to punch and kick. No. Go for the eyes. They can’t hit you if they can’t see.
In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Fawkes the Phoenix blinded the Basilisk. Harry would not have been able to defeat the Basilisk if Faux didn’t scratch that motherfucker’s eyes out. Everyone talks a lot of shit about the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but the visual image of Fawkes ripping that Medusa-ass-suppose-to-have-avian-qualities-according-to-a-book-I-had-when-I-was-a-kid motherfucker’s eyes out stuck with me in that AMC (2002), and became my fighting style.
I would like to apologize to Joe for what happened on the bus when I was in 7th grade, and that girl in the parking lot last weekend.