I'm reminded again of an incident that happened in South Bend, Indiana some years back.

A lady in her eighties was stopped for a light. A big, burly thug walked up to her car, tried to open the door, leaned in the window and said, "Get out. I'm taking your car."

She ground out her cigarette on the back of his hand. Naturally, he screamed and let go. She drove herself to the police station and turned herself in; she was so afraid she'd hurt him. The cops, who found him in the emergency room, assured her that everything was okay.

And there was the rapist, back in my college days, who was found by the police in the emergency room, holding his testicles. His last attempt had resulted in the "victim" ripping them off. He was still tried, convicted, and sent off to the Graybar Hotel. Adrenaline can help you do mighty things.