100 lbs is a lot to give away, in a tournament I gave away 120 lbs to my opponent, who unfortunately was also a capable fighter. The result was academic, less than 2 minutes in.
Certainly in a street environment there are more equalisers you can use (groin, eyes etc) but you are relying on a skill differential and a bit of luck.
Sounds like the friend has taken all the right steps, but I can understand her wanting a back up plan.
The fear of having your own weapon used against you is very valid. I read an article on fire arms used against their owners. It attributed fault squarely on the owners unwillingness to use the weapon pre-emptively. Which makes perfect sense, thankfully I think most of us aren't readily disposed to the use of potentially lethal force. I imagine a taser could raise some of the same issues for the user?
It seems a weapon that goes around the hand or fingers would best address the issue of having it taken, there are no shortage of design variations on that theme. Pretty hard to break a grip on a fully clinched fist.
Back to the unwillingness to arm herself and bridging the weight gap, maybe the answer lies in having some strategies around nonconventional weapons. Car keys for example.
I was on one occasion treated to a demonstration of the merits of a unthreatening (albeit strategically chosen) hairbrush from a friends purse.
Post by residentrenzo on Nov 24, 2014 12:25:34 GMT -5
Again, I agree with Gary. Me too, I'm a softie by heart. Way more scared about legal/moral aspect of hitting kids.
I got into a street brawl once and even though I gave the offender a bleeding nose, I still regret it. Should have walked away since I was alone and provocation was only verbal. But I was in a depressed and angry state, and got easily pulled into a stupid decision to fight with a drunk young couple (both around 18 years old). Got the dude in his mouth but didn't even dare touch his girlfriend so she had a free pass to curse, spit and kick me as much as she wanted.
A police car passed by and immediately we were separated. It was very late at night so they decided to let us go after checking our IDs. Got away with a stern reprimand and ominous warning. Even worse was my dad's disappointed face when he learned why I came back home upset and bruised.
Perhaps you could add a variation to the already present scenario.
"What if... "you're not an experienced fighter?" / "you've been training MA for a few years?"
Me, I'd run for it. If that's not an option give away money/valuables as long as nobody gets seriously hurt.