Many years ago, a few years after leaving Africa, my sister got mugged in the London Underground by a 'known' thug. At the time, she was in her mid 20's, doing a two-year internship with one of the UKs leading CPG companies, and dressed in business attire. It was an attempted bag/jewelry theft, plus a shove into the path of an oncoming train.
As most women were, in a different time and place, my sister had been trained in self defense and marksmanship by experts. Uncles and boyfriends had also taught how to tumble safely out of moving vehicles. London's tube stations are often quite deep, and after the initial shock, it didn't go well.
The thug was delivered to the ticket booth, near collapse, with both his RH arm and his RH leg dislocated. Attempting to pass out, he had been 're-awoken' a few times on the frog march up the stairs. The thug was taken away on a stretcher, and my sister had to appear in court a few days later.
Let off with a caution, but it took forever afterwards to live it down.
To this day, her boys proudly display mums caution to passing girlfriends.
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