Not exactly the same kinda situation, but:
>Be me
>Back in primary school
>Kinda scrawny white kid
>suburb school
>Was part of a 4-group of friends
>One day this kid joined our group, can't remember his name, just gonna call him Tyler for name-sake
>Tyler was considerably larger than all of us
>Tyler quickly spearheaded the group
>It was fine until he started dictating what games we would play in the playground
>No vote, his way or nothing
>On day, one my friends attempts to turn the tables
>Tyler slaps him across the face, friend runs off crying
>Notgonnaletthisfly.jpeg
>Following day, planned a mutiny with friends
>Lunchtime, ask friends to help me confront him
>Flanked either side by friends
>Tyler can smell the mutiny
>"Hey guys, wanna play cars?"
>"Actually, no, we don't."
>"Oh sorry, I wasn't asking."
>He leans in real fuckin close to me, friends back off
>"Whatcha gonna do about it?"
>Slightly scared, I throw a punch
>Right in the jaw
>Knocks him over
>He quickly stands back up
>Blood
>Tooth in hand
>Stares at me, tears in his eyes
>Runs off
>Never see him again

I never got in trouble for it, for some reason. In fact, if I recall correctly, no-one even mentioned it to me, no adults or anything.
It was the only time I've ever thrown a punch at someone, but it felt so good.

I don't see why you should feel sorry about that dude