Babylon knew when he was outmanned and outnumbered. From the moment he couldn't breathe from the punch to the stomach, he forgot all about trying to get away and used his hands and arms to protect his face. He was trying to curl in on himself to protect the rest of his sensitive parts, but to no avail. This had gotten ugly at light speed, and it was too noisy for him to hear the snarl that should have told him help was coming.
"Wait! Wait! Stop!" he yelped. A nipple was twisted cruelly, his punishment for not having titties someone had said. His top was somewhere below his waist, or what was left of it. Fingers were apparently trying to get at him through his clothes, and wasn't that something? An animal sound escaped his throat, a cry of exasperated anguish at the humiliation. If he had dared uncover his face even for a second, he would have bitten someone.
"It's not a fucking wig!!" One of the savages cried the words out to hoots and hollers of laughter as they shook Babylon by his long hair. They too wouldn't hear Gar until it was too late. These good ol' boys were about to learn the meaning of pain.