Stupid as it is for a guy who's only 5'3" and has the reach of a warped yardstick, if somebody hurt my dog, my family, my best friend, ANY friend, my BF (my typing to God's ears) a little kid - I'd come out swinging and go down trying to take the fucker out. Truly.
I have a very bad 'bar fight not flight' trigger point, and I've had buddies save me from having my pathetic ass kicked on more than one occasion when I unleash my inner jack russell (delusionally assuming myself to be a rottweiler).
Also, I have an ugly trait of starting fights if the mood strikes me. It's like I have some inner bully wanting to get out and kick ass, when in fact, if I didn't get my face rearranged it would be a Vatican recognized miracle. I think I inherited it from my father, who was like a bandy rooster if he got ticked off.
Just stupid machismo crap, and I know it. But damn, some nights...