As I plowed into Motoko like an offensive tackle coming off the snap, my advantages were clear. Between the two of us, Motoko had a decade of kendo-styled swordsmanship, and a number of open handed striking techniques that could knock walls down. I had two days of Brazilian Jujitsu, the 'Attack! Attack! Attack!' mindset of bayonet training, and out-massed her by a significant margin.