Attacked and Outnumbered

[moonhill99]

I thought I would share a an experience of mine that involved myself being attacked by a small group of individuals a couple years back. I'm hoping that by sharing this story with you all, it may be of some use to anyone else who finds themselves being outnumbered by a large group of cowardly attackers.

Back when I was 16, I was grabbed from behind and punched in the jaw by someone I couldn't see. I turned around to look at a group of four boys around my age. They started yelling racial slurs and obscenities at me and I knew right away I would have to fight. I couldn't outrun all of them, so I quickly began dodging their punches and sidestepping them as they charged forward to grab me. All the while, I'm noticing that only the fastest members of the group are able to keep up with me, so I do as follows: The first boy to reach me received a front kick to the abdomen. That brought him down. The second boy ran up to me quickly and left me little space to punch or kick, so I threw him with a harai ohgoshi. The other two boys I was able to dodge as I watched them trip and stumble over the bodies of their fallen comrades. As the fight drug on, I simply stayed loose and remembered my training from martial arts class. As my teacher said, "You can't hit what you can't touch." I used my speed to outmaneuver them and eventually school security arrived to chase the boys away and I was left to walk safely toward the subway station.

Sounds like it was bullies and may not be street robbery. But in my city a lot of street robberies where groups of thugs.

With average of 3 to 4 robberies a day with most them being street robberies where it is groups of thugs.

 

[maryf]

Street robberies are increased in recent years, and I just memorize the news when I have seen this post I have seen recently when a person is stabbed to death after posting his laptop for selling purpose on the gumtree.

 

[BigMotor]

I thought I would share a an experience of mine that involved myself being attacked by a small group of individuals a couple years back. I'm hoping that by sharing this story with you all, it may be of some use to anyone else who finds themselves being outnumbered by a large group of cowardly attackers.

Back when I was 16, I was grabbed from behind and punched in the jaw by someone I couldn't see. I turned around to look at a group of four boys around my age. They started yelling racial slurs and obscenities at me and I knew right away I would have to fight. I couldn't outrun all of them, so I quickly began dodging their punches and sidestepping them as they charged forward to grab me.

All the while, I'm noticing that only the fastest members of the group are able to keep up with me, so I do as follows: The first boy to reach me received a front kick to the abdomen. That brought him down. The second boy ran up to me quickly and left me little space to punch or kick, so I threw him with a harai ohgoshi. The other two boys I was able to dodge as I watched them trip and stumble over the bodies of their fallen comrades.

As the fight drug on, I simply stayed loose and remembered my training from martial arts class. As my teacher said, "You can't hit what you can't touch." I used my speed to outmaneuver them and eventually school security arrived to chase the boys away and I was left to walk safely toward the subway station.

Yeah, I have been there and it is not fun, and back in the old days I could respond adeptly. But now, I carry a stick, with the full intention of beating the crap outa thugs/dogs.
And, I don't mind stooping to dastardly methods anymore. I look at this way, I don't start fights, but some guys thrive on ambushing others.
So, I am going to pop them good with a stick, and take the fight right out of them. That is my plan, whether it is 2 or 4 of them.

 

[Transk53]

Yeah, I have been there and it is not fun, and back in the old days I could respond adeptly. But now, I carry a stick, with the full intention of beating the crap outa thugs/dogs.
And, I don't mind stooping to dastardly methods anymore. I look at this way, I don't start fights, but some guys thrive on ambushing others.
So, I am going to pop them good with a stick, and take the fight right out of them. That is my plan, whether it is 2 or 4 of them.

I agree with the sentiment, and I don't wholly disagree with this, but ain't that a bit heavy?

 

[Darren]

Memory is a weird thing, particularly under great stress. Most people remember the big stuff, but to recall a stressful situation in as much detail as the OP is a bit of a red flag. Could it happen as described? Sure. Maybe. But it's been our experience here (mine, at least) that when stories are as detailed as above, they are often works of fiction. So, when Bill Mattocks says, "Hmmm," that's exactly my thought as well.

True story. I got into a fight with a small group of guys outside my high school. I don't remember much. Mostly, I recall I was getting pounded pretty good, but wasn't too concerned for my life until I saw a knife. When I saw that, my reaction was to literally run straight into traffic on 23rd Ave. Seriously. That's what my brain said was the best thing to do. I bolted out onto a busy arterial and tried to keep cars and busses in between me and that knife until he backed off. Then I went into the office to wait for the cops to arrive.

30 years later, I can't remember what the guys looked liked. Heck, I THINK it was three guys, but I can't recall for sure. I do recall what the Metro bus driver looked like when I ran out in front of his bus, and also that it was right in front of this Ezell's Fried Chicken, which was really good and had awesome sweet rolls.

Anyway, as you can tell, my memory of the event is pretty funny. I recall punching the guys and getting punched. I remember that my shirt was stretched out from rolling on the ground. I remember the knife, and the bus, and "Hey, there's Ezell's." That's mostly it.

I could write a narrative about trading punches, artfully dodging this, trapping that or what have you, but it would be make believe.

intuition seems to help a lot, was walking down the street one night this station wagon was pulling out of the apartment driveway, before i even reach the rear of the wagon this thought stuck me,this guy is going to run over me at that very moment his rear white back up lights come on and he tried to run me over, he got out took a swing at me but i threw a upward block that sent him falling to the ground, i never seen the punch coming, did not have a good childhood being made fun of at home by some family members, being told your to slow, your simple minded, you will not amount to anything even was told i would never ever be able to do martial arts(as far as i could help it, i proved them wrong) how in the hell could someone one be all those things but still go to school for computer repair and childcare and have to best grades out of all the class and even before this they want to skip me from the 5th grade to the 7th grade, but anyway holy hell i blocked a punch that i never saw coming. don`t tell me the arts don`t work, if you put in the time and effort you will and can do it!