There was a sound on the field. The men had finally fallen to fighting; she knew it would happen. The sound wasn't of the fists pounding flesh, but of something sickeningly crunching. She would stop if he did. One of the bathing beauties screamed. The other was busily trying to get her clothes back on.
The young men had turned the playing field into ruined ground, and as they fought, the area was turning quickly into a literal battlefield. The aggression that had begun with and for the women had turned into something more. There was biting, clawing, punching, kicking. The young men were angry, and they were taking all that anger out on each other. For now. The scream seemed to turn some of their attention away from each other and on to the women who had started it all.
"Them!" One of the young men yelled, as if he were accusing the women of starting the fight between those that would consider themselves brothers. Three of the young men broke off from the violent throng and started for the two young women who were now realizing the situation they were in.
There was one prone football player on the ground. The fighting had stopped for only a moment, but soon they were at it again. This time the fight was to either hurt the sunbathers or to save them. It was as if the group could not make up its mind.
The couple had started packing up. They were of the medical profession and should have helped the young man still on the ground, not with the fighters, but they didn't want to get hassled. Not like those girls. Neither girlfriend nor boyfriend was a hero.