Have You Ever Been In A Real Fight?

[Red Berens]

Were you in uniform at the time?

Yeah - that made it more funny.

[Reverend Smooth]

: Points to SK716. :

She doesn't like you.

I don't like you either. You just watch yourself. We're wanted people. I have the death sentence on twelve systems.

I heard Dreg IS the death sentence on twelve systems.

Wherever you're at will be #13.

[Superior Kiai]

Several, actually.

They usually went this way: I got to throw one or two punches, then I got my ass handed to me.

[Gaelforce]

If so, tell the story, if you can.

A lot of scuffles growing up, but a few actual 'fights' in high school though only two that stand out.

The first was with the local bully who followed me off the bus after school and we got into a fist fight. I was a scrawny little thing (5'4", 87 lbs) but I was quick, so it was pretty even up until I caught one right between the eyes. I didn't get a nose bleed, I got a nose gusher - white shirt all red, blood splattered everywhere and she got scared she'd killed me and took off (for which I was grateful - I almost passed out <grin>)

Fights got more serious in my senior when a race-oriented brawl broke out in the gym before school one morning. I was the editor of the high school paper and had helped organize a march on MLK Day which got me labeled a n***** lover by the local white trash. I got pushed and tripped a lot and started carrying a knife when I heard rumors I was going to 'get it'. I'd been in the SCA as a knife fighter for a few years, so I figured I could fake it if I had to. Yeah, I was big into comics and fantasy and science fiction, but I had no delusions that I was a badass or could actually handle a real knife fight. I was betting on 'if someone pulls a knife on me and I pull one back, they'll think twice and I'll run'.

Sure enough, one day I got cornered behind the cafeteria and this short, brawny guy pulled out a switchblade. I got a very small cut on my arm that sliced through my new fake-leather jacket and cut him once across the stomach by sheer dumb-ass luck (it has been almost 30 years and I can still remember the very sickening feeling of cutting another person). Again, the only thing that was keeping me in one piece was the fact that I was fast, so I did what any girl would do and went to kick him in the balls.

Now I mentioned I was scrawny and fast, but I should also have added 'limber'. I'd been on the gymnastics team for years and had gone to an Olympic level training camp when I was a kid. I could kick like nobody's business.

Except I was so scared I missed his crotch. Instead I caught him in the wrist and knocked the knife out of his hands. It must have looked awesome, though, because the look on his face was priceless (though I think I was probably more shocked 'cause I sure wasn't aiming for his hand) and about then one of his guys yelled that a teacher was coming and everyone scattered.

I've avoided fights since then. I think I got a reputation and they backed off even though I in no way deserved it. I wasn't about to tell them that, though

[HamsterRage]

Several times. Both inside martial arts and outside on the street and in school.

I stopped fighting when I became interested more in girls and less in caring about whether people thought I was tough or not.