I thought I was gonna just ignore the arrogant crap you just threw up all over my monitor Simon, but now I'm gonna break it down real simple. James is a combat veteran. We didn't FIGHT. I'd probably be dead if we did. However, even without seeing you train or seeing your shape, I'm already ready to assume that he could probably kill you if he snapped. Cat knows his grapples and he's like 240 pounds. I don't know how to translate that into liters, as you blokes use the metric system and all. As a matter of fact, army cats get GOOD training if they opt for combatives (like my good buddy Sean, aka Sgt. Sean Gilmore). These people that join the army train one another. My brother was just my lil bro when he went in, he comes back from basics and the little man could throw down. Seriously throw down. His battle buddy taught him some nasty tricks.... I remember having him in a really nice tight head lock, leaning back to help him get a little shut eye, and then boom he shifted his weight and tossed me right over his back. Put me down real hard. I can still top him every time though, I'm just gangsta like that. You're so arrogant, man. This is a military town.... you gonna tell me some bull like "oh US soldiers can't fight"..... you know what? for being such a darn guru you sure don't know what you're talking about.