I really don't like to fight and probably can't do it for shit, but maybe four years ago I got into a brawl with two dudes who had developed the habit of gathering their friends to squat and party in an empty flat in my apartment building almost every night, one time where they pushed it and basically tried sneaking into my apartment (where my girlfriend at the time was sleeping, so I legit freaked out). Long story short, I'm short in height, still managed to take the first dude down in one hit in the hall of my floor, to which the other (who was a bit taller) reacted by thinking he could just grab me and throw me down the whole set of stairs leading up to said floor. So he went for that but as soon as he launched me off, I already had him grabbed by the collar, so I brought him down with me all the while somehow sneaking him under me, and broke my fall with him like he were a cushion on a fall where my wheel would have caught a pebble. I was unscratched, he, on the other hand, had eaten complete shit. It took me a bit to realize that this motherfucker might have seriously gotten me if I didn't have the skate reflexes, but holy shit if just casually getting back up from that wasn't satisfying.
Just so I don't have to post about that story again, here's what followed for the curious, both dudes got back up, another one showed up from the apartment they were squatting and they started fucking me up 3 on 1, till the cops my girlfriend had called intervened. Won a lawsuit, and those imbeciles basically covered my rent that month. Didn't suffer any real consequence besides some short-term PTSD, being attacked literally in front of my own door and having to defend it fucked me up for some time.