You gotta earn the privilege of playing with real knives. And don't think people don't -- the part of a putative black belt test I'm least looking forward to? Defending against live knife.

Yikes, ita! I mean, I understand the whole preparedness aspect of it. If you've successfuly defended against a real one, it's less likely to phase you if someone pulls one on the street, but still. Yow.

Apple store and Lush in one afternoon? Not sure I could handle that.

Yikes, ita! I mean, I understand the whole preparedness aspect of it. If you've successfuly defended against a real one, it's less likely to phase you if someone pulls one on the street, but still. Yow.

At least she's not a stick fighter.

I could totally fight a stick. Grab it, break it over one knee, and it's paralyzed.

It sucks to be me, la la la la la! Move along, nothing to see here.

I could totally fight a stick.

Two, even.

Didn't you tell us somebody inevitably gets cut in a knife fight?

That's what we're told, over and over. However (I'm assuming) this shouldn't be a fight, so much as a sincere attack. Just -- can you do *this* technique against *this* style of attack cleanly?

That having been said, FUCK!!!!

At least she's not a stick fighter.

No, we do stick too. And sticks are always live.

eta:

Grab it, break it over one knee, and it's paralyzed.

Wussy stick, yo.

Wussy stick, yo.

That's why I took it on. If it had been mobile acid jello? Forget it, man.

Betsy. Nutty (in the cheetahskin gloves). Sturdy stick. Squash court.

Three persons/object enter, one person/object leaves.

WHO/WHAT SHALL IT BE?

I roll over on my back, stick all four feet in the air, and begin panting loudly. Nutty comes over sniffs my belly, and wanders off to chase the stick.