It came to me then - no, to be fair - in a flash of inspiration when I hit the ground, that the matchstick is an incredibly fragile stick which the frailest of babies could snap in pieces, and when lit a puny huff of breath - or well-aimed fart - could distinguish. It is so impotent till its flame catches on something and then it can set a giant forest on fire. One puny matchstick lit.I may be weak but that is till my flame is lit.The words bubbled hotly on my lips, about to spew, when one of his friends suddenly reared towards me menacingly.This wasn't the time to light that matchstick; this was the time to save the matchstick.There is no shame in fleeing battle courageously; it is called a brave retreat if it serves to better equip the fighter with more fire for another day of battle.I turned and ran.A group of friends decide to abduct a gang leader in revenge for an idea stolen from them - with crazy unpredictable consequences..