“Because our Wolfgang's a damn bottle covey, dear. I know the sort. Any normal
person, they crawl off if they get a beating. Or they have the sense to stay down,
at least. But sometimes you get one who just won't let go. Eight-stone weaklings
who'll try to headbutt Detritus. Evil little bantamweight bastards who'll bust a
bottle on the bar and try to attack five watchmen all at once. You know what I
mean? Idiots who'll go on fighting long after they should stop. The only way to
put 'em down is to put 'em out."
"I think I recognize the type, yes," said Lady Sybil, with an irony that failed to
register with Sam Vimes until some days later.
― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant