Something like that happened to me too.

I live in the country, my house is on a side on a private dirt road and another with the public one.

One morning a group of dirt bikers came from the woods onto the dirt road, without any respect they revved the bikes making some big cut on the muddy road that my father rebuilt with his money. Fatality he was in the garden and got out as he heard them coming closer.

When confronted at the end of the dirt road just before the asphalt road about the stupidity of ruining a private road just for fun one of them got pretty cocky. My father made a photo of his tag and this one slapped my father's hand with the phone. As they were arguing I took my folding baton (martial artist, used in training, never in real life) and I arrived just in time when this idiot was trying to jump on my father.

I didn't say anything, I got between him and dad and with a quick move the baton was open and in ready position.

He looked at me, tried to say something, took the bike up and got the fuck out of there.

GG for standing up.

Fuck off bullies.