Without a weapon, I think it is very unlikely if not impossible, that a petite woman could fend off a 6"2 guy who is ex military and has martial arts training.
May be an individual thing - I've been hit there pretty hard with nothing but pain to show for it - nothing debilitating.
Oh shit, that's terrible. I'm so sorry to hear that. I suppose it's possible, though. Also, those who have jumped fences bareback (without a saddle) may have experienced the unfortunate collision between the crotch and the withers, and man, that is not pleasant. Sure, it's not a boot to the pooter, but it hurts!
@BayView Or what you view as hard, and what I view as hard are two totally different things. I was kicked by a 20st man. I'm just a smidge over 110 llbs.
Not impossible, but very difficult. Even though as of late I've focused on boxing, we do sometimes wrestle/grapple for fun at the gym, and even though my partner is a woman who's about my height and I'm more comfortable on the ground than her, I struggle against her because she's a lot stronger than me. With a man, it gets even more, way more, frustrating -- and dangerous. Some of those musclebound guys who've trained for years are downright scary and I really wouldn't want to try to fight off any of them in some dark alley. E.g. if one of them tried to choke me, I don't know if I'd be able to struggle free before blacking out even in the best of circumstances. And yeah, I've had KM instructors assure me that kicking him in the balls will save my ass, but there are still things that can go wrong. He could have quick reflexes and avoid the brunt of it or he could be so fucking high it might not even fully register. However, when writing a fictional scene, it is entirely possible to allow the FMC to make it out of the situation more or less unscathed in a way that reads plausible. I'd leave karate chops and leg sweeps out and focus on crafting a scene that's rooted in real-life self-defense encounters (although, to be fair, I've seen people pull off crazy ninja stuff). There's lots of CCTV footage to be found on the internet/YouTube. I'll refrain from posting any here, though, because they can disturb some people.
Well I may only be 6' tall and only made it to the combatives II course (with a little bit of tae kwon do in Korea) but I can tell you for certain that no fight is ever a given, especially if one side isn't aware there's about to be one.
All these stories - all this talk of training - surely we want to write the slob overcoming bronzo bonzoes through sheer luck, good fortune - far more entertaining. So many martial arts threads, everybody has seen Dennis Pennis from years ago, I am sure... And remember, the professional army 'rallied' at Dunkirk. It took an army of bank clerks and farmers to invade Europe, and finish that Hitler man.
Like I said, somewhere between very unlikely to impossible. That leaves some wiggle room. However, if that guy is very trained, and she's had nine months of some biweekly Joe Shmoe's self defense.... And she's 5'1 and he's 6'4 and he's a hundred pounds heavier and no weapons
Judo would be a good fit I think. It's all about leverage and technique, not brute strength. It also helps that it is one of the few traditional MA's where you actively 'spar', although it's not called sparring. Source: Judo Blue Belt
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This is what I think, OP. You need to find a way to acknowledge that her winning, under the circumstances thus described, is not something to be taken granted for. If she's able to totally kick this guy's ass, and there's 80's music in the background, it's going to seem to absurd.
I get you. In this case, we're talking a civilian who's been attacked previously and wants to be ready to meet it next time. However, she thinks, she hopes all that is behind her. So on one hand she's very motivated; in fact, taking judo or karate is one way she's dealing with the psychological backwash of her past trauma. On the other hand, she's not preparing for any particular future event. She would probably like all the business about force preservation and leadership traits. She would think she had all the time in the world to learn that. But I, as her creator, have decreed that she doesn't have it.
Don't worry, that's not the issue. They won't be fighting each other, at least not physically. The opponent she'll meet will be a stranger. Who might be any size or either gender; haven't decided yet: my call. But you bring up a good point. In Book One, more than once my MMC contemplates what he learned to do "with his hands" while he was in active service (as he regrets not being able to locate a certain antagonist to put that training to work on him). You've made me realize that after the crap he and the FMC went through together he might want to go back for a refresher course--- again, just in case.
Oh, gosh. You poor thing. Unless, you don't want to think of yourself as a poor thing. But you know what I mean. That is awful!
Seems like another lifetime, it was so long ago. I'm well over it. Still makes me wonder though. I really needed something to blame at the time and I had bupkis. I was lucky to have already had my daughter. Could have been so much worse.
