Historias de Dinogrl

Somebody pushed me from behind, and I went rolling forward, stopping a couple feet in front of the two fighting boys. Looking at me in surprise for a while, the brown one being held by the red-heads finally spoke up "Who are you?" and the other brown-head looked me straight in the eyes with the same question showing in them. And that's when a wave of recognition hit me. Who could forget the face of the guy who put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?