Mao braced himself for a punch in the stomach. He hoped it'd be to the stomach, or anywhere but his face. He really hated being hit in the face, it was so hard to hide the damage. Anywhere that clothes could cover was the ideal, that way he didn't have to answer questions or get sympathy looks from people. Mao had squeezed his eyes shut, but before he could get hit, a familiar voice sounded nearby.
James? For a second, Mao wondered if he was the one being called assface, maybe James had come to watch him get beaten up. He opened his eyes in time to see his former(?) friend's first smash into the jock's nose. Mao's mouth dropped open and he gaped like a moron. Oh, my God! James was helping him!?
He quickly wiped the dumb look off his face and sprung into action. Mao wasn't opposed to fighting dirty, the guy nearest to him got a knee jammed straight in his balls and promptly fell to the floor to roll around suffering. Mao gave him a kick to the ribs too, you know, just because. Yeah, that's right, Mao kicks people when they're down. Suck it.
With one and a half-ish down, and one left, the odds were looking a lot better for him now.