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What Would You Do in a Life-or-Death Struggle?

Yes, I understand this. You're right.

However, the baboon thing, I believe would take them so off-balance, they wouldn't know what to do. Fighting is psychological more than anything.

Get on all fours and jump on one of them. Ripping away. The rest of them would be so messed up from what they were witnessing, they'd probably just run.

I get not everyone can do this. I'm 40, so I can still crawl and jump around a bit.

But, to your point, that's assuming you have the cognizance to do so. And assuming you have the willingness to rip into another human's flesh.

I can't confidently say I could do so. Who among us could?

But the theory is death is on the line. And I understand practice. But none of us practice for death on the line. Like a Sicilian, via Princess Bride. haha!

It's a silly scenario, I get it. But it speaks to who we are, in our most basic and perhaps final moment, when we're caged. Like a wild animal. What would you do?
Think back to situations of genocide……Everyone is cowed and thinking, “They’re human. They won’t harm us. I can reason with them.”

“I can reason with them.” That’ll be the thought.

Even Rick thought he could reason with Negan in “Walking Dead” until Negan beat Glenn’s head to a pulp.
 
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Of course 3-4 men would beat you to hell. That's part of my point. They would kill you. I understand that.

What would you do to prevent them from doing so? That's my point.

You may have a better answer, but for me, it would be jumping on them like a baboon and ripping flesh. Take them off-balance. The rest would just run, out of the sheer horror.
I have to admit this has a sort of Jack Handy quality to it...
 
Yes, I understand this. You're right.

However, the baboon thing, I believe would take them so off-balance, they wouldn't know what to do. Fighting is psychological more than anything.

Get on all fours and jump on one of them. Ripping away. The rest of them would be so messed up from what they were witnessing, they'd probably just run.

I get not everyone can do this. I'm 40, so I can still crawl and jump around a bit.

But, to your point, that's assuming you have the cognizance to do so. And assuming you have the willingness to rip into another human's flesh.

I can't confidently say I could do so. Who among us could?

But the theory is death is on the line. And I understand practice. But none of us practice for death on the line. Like a Sicilian, via Princess Bride. haha!

It's a silly scenario, I get it. But it speaks to who we are, in our most basic and perhaps final moment, when we're caged. Like a wild animal. What would you do?
Or the rest of them world rush in quickly and beat you to death.
 
Fighting is psychological? Not really. Fighting is physical. Your strategy will have your gas tank completely shot and after about 45 secs you will be unable to fight back. People don’t realize the lack of endurance they will have in a fight.

I train Jiu jitsu ( at least 4 times a week) and proficient enough striking. I usually have a knife on me because in your scenario I’m fucked without it.
 
And how would you have done that?
The average adult coyote weighs 35-40 lbs. If I'm fighting for my life I believe I could pick a coyote up and body slam him to the ground and stomp on his head.

ETA: I see this has been hashed out in posts subsequent to the one I responded to.
 
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I usually have a knife on me because in your scenario I’m fucked without it.
Using a knife is a tactic to almost invariably escalate a situation, unless you pull it as a deterrent prior to first contact. During a physical encounter, unless you strike the neck, eyes, or sever tendons in the arm, the wounds from a standard 3-4” pocket knife typically result in injuries that slow an attacker after several minutes. In fact, many of those wounds could accelerate the adrenaline rush and prevent cessation of the encounter by many more seconds, and that’s if they realized they’re getting stabbed/slashed, AND that’s assuming you’re able to fumble around and deploy the knife.

In most situations, knives are at best deterrents, otherwise, you better be skilled with it and willing to kill someone, because there’s not a ton of stopping power.
 
Using a knife is a tactic to almost invariably escalate a situation, unless you pull it as a deterrent prior to first contact. During a physical encounter, unless you strike the neck, eyes, or sever tendons in the arm, the wounds from a standard 3-4” pocket knife typically result in injuries that slow an attacker after several minutes. In fact, many of those wounds could accelerate the adrenaline rush and prevent cessation of the encounter by many more seconds, and that’s if they realized they’re getting stabbed/slashed, AND that’s assuming you’re able to fumble around and deploy the knife.

In most situations, knives are at best deterrents, otherwise, you better be skilled with it and willing to kill someone, because there’s not a ton of stopping power.
I have a knife in case I'm absolutely fucked. Knife fights are terrible - the loser dies on the scene and the winner dies in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

I have a pistol to fight my way to a rifle.

Modestly, I could probably handle anyone here except probably Nurple. I've been in fights before. And my first impulse is and always will be to run.
 
I have a knife in case I'm absolutely fucked. Knife fights are terrible - the loser dies on the scene and the winner dies in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

I have a pistol to fight my way to a rifle.

Modestly, I could probably handle anyone here except probably Nurple. I've been in fights before. And my first impulse is and always will be to run.
My SIL is a retired police officer here in Burlington. He has worked in the emergency room at Alamance Regional. He has talked to people who had been both stabbed and shot. They all said stabbing hurts more.
 
This all reminds me of something that happened at Kirkpatrick's on Rosemary Street in...probably 1977 -- late in my freshman year. People would spill out into the front of the place (118 East Rosemary...it is a hairdresser's place these days I believe -- in the old days it was beside The Shack) in the evenings. I was sitting there drinking a beer and talking to someone and a guy out by the street pulled a pistol and without thinking even for a second I ran. Split. Fled. A few steps into flight I yelled, without looking back, "He's got a gun!!' but I kept running.

I'd certainly seen guns before, even had a knife brandished my way during high school but this was different in its utter randomness. I very clearly remember that it was good knowing how I might react in such a situation.
 
Well first I'd refuse to show fear and after a series of well-timed Shoryuken's, I'd walk away victorious.
 
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