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Is she going to have her fucking sword on her, though?

You misunderstand me, friend. I was thinking more in terms of her father. The kind of father that takes this kind of interest in his daughter's health and general well being would be a man not to be taken lightly.

And here's the thing with ineffective martial arts

Funny you should mention. I've practiced various forms of martial arts for over 45 years now, starting with boxing in high school. Then the various forms of combatives that came and went during my 20 year career in SF in which the whole point of the exercise is to kill an enemy combatant as quickly and efficiently as possible.

And yet, in the first instance in my life when it became necessary to go "hands on", in close quarters, with an opponent bent on killing me (and by close, I mean in a confined space without enough room for either of us to raise a weapon and shoot. I simply charged him into the dirt, grabbed him by the throat and beat his head on the ground until he died. It took somewhat longer than I expected it to.

Because what it came down to in that moment was the ability to summon and channel sheer raw aggression, and muscular endurance.

Now in modern combat, killing an enemy in hand-to-hand is a fairly rare event. Rare enough to be notable. So I had a long time to think about it and I figured, "Well, that's it then. That's my one, but I'm glad it's over now, job done. Won't have to worry about it ever happening again."

But then it did.

I was chasing a "squirter" that the pred had seen running off the target and into the tall grass under some trees, and I ran smack into him in the pitch dark, tripping over him and bowling us both over. So there we are, two men armed with automatic weapons, in this modern age of stealth bombers and satellite GPS-guided smart bombs, rolling around in the dirt and tall grass, in the dark, doing our level best to beat each other to death with our bare hands. And that's what I did. I got on top of him and beat him to death with the planet Earth. Just like the first one.

Ever done anything like that? Because until you have, you can go preach your "expertise" on that particular subject to someone else.

>Is she going to have her fucking sword on her, though? You misunderstand me, friend. I was thinking more in terms of her father. The kind of father that takes this kind of interest in his daughter's health and general well being would be a man not to be taken lightly. >And here's the thing with ineffective martial arts Funny you should mention. I've practiced various forms of martial arts for over 45 years now, starting with boxing in high school. Then the various forms of combatives that came and went during my 20 year career in SF in which the whole point of the exercise is to kill an enemy combatant as quickly and efficiently as possible. And yet, in the first instance in my life when it became necessary to go "hands on", in close quarters, with an opponent bent on killing me (and by close, I mean in a confined space without enough room for either of us to raise a weapon and shoot. I simply charged him into the dirt, grabbed him by the throat and beat his head on the ground until he died. It took somewhat longer than I expected it to. Because what it came down to in that moment was the ability to summon and channel sheer raw aggression, and muscular endurance. Now in modern combat, killing an enemy in hand-to-hand is a fairly rare event. Rare enough to be notable. So I had a long time to think about it and I figured, "Well, that's it then. That's my one, but I'm glad it's over now, job done. Won't have to worry about it ever happening again." But then it did. I was chasing a "squirter" that the pred had seen running off the target and into the tall grass under some trees, and I ran smack into him in the pitch dark, tripping over him and bowling us both over. So there we are, two men armed with automatic weapons, in this modern age of stealth bombers and satellite GPS-guided smart bombs, rolling around in the dirt and tall grass, in the dark, doing our level best to beat each other to death with our bare hands. And that's what I did. I got on top of him and beat him to death with the planet Earth. Just like the first one. Ever done anything like that? Because until you have, you can go preach your "expertise" on that particular subject to someone else.

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Well, I've competed as an amateur.

I've only been involved in one serious fight outside of competition after I began training. And no, I didn't start boxing the guy up, or kicking at his legs.

Quick double leg, sat up and punched him in the head till enough people grabbed hold of me to break it up. Guy never grappled in his life- if you train any form of grappling art, you'll know it when you feel him, sometimes referred to as "fish" because of the ineffective way they flop around, like a fish out of water. They can be a little more slippery than a trained guy, but not for long, they'll get tired quickly and then you attack.

For one on one scenarios, I like the Gracie philosophy of "cooking" your opponent. You don't eat things raw, right? Same thing with trying to catch an armbar or a choke on someone who has some skill and is very determined, and maybe they have a size/strength advantage over you. It's fine, pull them into your guard, keep breaking their posture, frustrate the shit out of them until they try to explode and give you something to attack.

For scenarios where there may be multiple attackers, I'd rather start throwing punches, if I couldn't run away for w/e reason. Get my back against a wall, hopefully somewhere that allows some lateral movement; Goal being to knock each guy senseless as fast as possible, don't let anyone get behind me, because the longer the fight goes, the more the advantage turns in the favor of the guys who have numbers, so it's imperative that you get the hell out of that quickly.

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