I remember standing up to my first bully... and beating the shit out of him shortly after... I was crying all the way through, even when I was finally pulled away from a nearby teacher and set to the Principle's office... I was 7 years old at the time...
The whole scene, as I look back, seemed like a cliche slo-mo one-sided fight sequenced that would play classical-like music while the scene would sometimes zoom in on my sobbing face as I was taken away... (or the kid equivalent to a reverse hate-crime, I guess...)
What makes it dumb, to me, is that the moment before I threw my first punch at the kid and the first moment of recognizable sobbing were, at first, unrelated to each other... But, then as I was pulled away from laying any more [good] punches, the sobbing that time was for the fact that I thought that I actually killed the bully in question since he wasn't even moving the last time I glanced back at him...
Later, I found out I broke the dude's nose, left a few noticeable bruises on his face, and there was blood coming out of both his nose and mouth... Only, the blood from his mouth was actually from a loose tooth the kid had that almost came out that day...
...And that's how I became the bully "middle man" on the playground all through elementary school... as well as the last year I was given an award for being an "outstanding student" in said elementary school...