Thandi vs. Honor

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
This time she did—and as she also felt the emotions of the fresh “Security detachment” through him, she exploded out of her chair. The heel of her hand slammed into the face of the newcomer closest to the Protector, and cartilage crunched horribly as she drove his nose up into his brain—just as his companion dropped the dispatch case, raised his other hand, and fired at pointblank range into Captain Fox’s chest.

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
She reached out and caught the killer by the nape of the neck with one hand and reached past him to clamp her other over his gun before he could get a clear shot at Mayhew. She missed the gun but captured his wrist, and he dropped the weapon with a howl of anguish as her fingers squeezed and the hand on his neck yanked him off the floor. His eyes started to roll towards her in disbelief as he hurtled through the air, and then she slammed him back over the table. Dishes flew, crystal shattered, and his eyes bulged, shock become agony as the point of her elbow smashed down. It hit his solar plexus like a hammer, driven by all of her weight and strength, and she whipped away from him, leaving him to die as his lungs and heart forgot to function.

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
A horde of fresh “Security” men charged through the door, all armed with disrupters, and Honor snatched a heavy metal tray from the table. It flew across the room, as accurate as Nimitz’s frisbee but far more deadly, and the leading intruder’s forehead erupted in blood. He went down, tripping the man behind him, tangling them all up briefly, and then the chaos became total as the Protector’s bodyguards suddenly realized who the enemy truly was.

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
His victim went down shrieking, and the man beside him swung his weapon towards the treecat, but Honor flew across the carpet towards him. Her right leg snapped straight, her boot crunched into his shoulder, breaking it instantly, and a hammer blow crushed his larynx as she came down on top of him.

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
The killers had known she’d be here, but she was “only” a woman. They were totally unprepared for her size and strength—and training—or the mad whirl of violence that wasn’t a bit like it was on HD. Real martial arts aren’t like that. The first accurate strike to get through unblocked almost always ends in either death or disablement, and when Honor Harrington hit a man, that man went down.

The Honor of the Queen wrote:
She tucked and rolled, taking the legs out from under two more men, then vaulted to her feet and drove a back-kick squarely into an unguarded face. A disrupter bolt whizzed past her, and iron-hard knuckles crashed into the firer’s throat. Nimitz howled behind her as he took down another victim, and she smashed a man’s knee into a splintered, backward bow with a side-kick. He fired wildly as he went down, killing one of his own companions, and her boot pulped his gun hand as she turned on yet another. She snaked an arm around his neck, pivoted around her own center of balance, and bent explosively, and the crack of snapping vertebrae was like another gunshot as he flew away from her.

Shouts and screams and more shots echoed from the hallway, and the assassins turned on Honor with panicky fury while their rearmost ranks wheeled to confront the reinforcements. Someone thrust a disrupter frantically in her direction, but she took out his gun arm with one chopping hand, cupped the other behind his head, and jerked his face down to meet her driving kneecap. Bone crunched and splintered, blood soaked the knee of her trousers, and she twisted towards a fresh enemy as the real Security people broke through the doorway at last.

Nadion wrote:I'd say Thandi would have the advantage.... unless Honor cheated by using her bionic arm to its full potential. I suspect that the arms greater strength and not being susceptible to a locks and holds based on pain and inflicting damage would skew things back in Honors favor.

Mitchell, Esq. wrote:I have a feeling they will be handling paperwork, get stressed and head to the gym where we will see a ferocious match...then both in sick bay with the doctor looking at both of them, shaking his head and calling both of them "Certifiable F-ing nutbags with suicidal tendencies!" and then handing each 1,600 mg of ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

Then both of them looking at each other, thinking, "We ain't ever doing that again...she's no joke..."

Then Victor and the Armsmen show up, look, and say, "We told you. Nobody listens to security professionals. We told you she was dangerous...but NO. Y'all couldn't listen to the people who do threat assessment professionally..."

Zakharra wrote:Assuming a fight came down to hand to hand combat (lethal or sparring), I would give the victory to Thandi. Even though Thandi is younger than Honor, she is trained to a hair, specifically, in melee/hand to hand combat. It is Thandi's job after all. Honor, as good as she is, is a dabbler in hand to hand combat. She isn't trained as well as Thandi and it's not her main focus (naval maneuvering and warships is). And Honor might have been studying martial arts longer than Thandi has been alive, but this stuff is Thandi's job, and she is a specialist in melee combat and ground combat. Honor is a specialist in naval tactics. Those are two noticeably different fields of combat and as in all things, the specialists are better at their jobs than those who aren't specialists.

Mitchell, Esq. wrote:I have a feeling they will be handling paperwork, get stressed and head to the gym where we will see a ferocious match...then both in sick bay with the doctor looking at both of them, shaking his head and calling both of them "Certifiable F-ing nutbags with suicidal tendencies!" and then handing each 1,600 mg of ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

Then both of them looking at each other, thinking, "We ain't ever doing that again...she's no joke..."

Then Victor and the Armsmen show up, look, and say, "We told you. Nobody listens to security professionals. We told you she was dangerous...but NO. Y'all couldn't listen to the people who do threat assessment professionally..."

Then both of them looking at each other --grinning like treecats-- thinking, "We ain't ever doing that again...she's no joke..."

crewdude48 wrote:Using her arm to its "full potential" would be shooting Thandi from across the room.

And then, unfortunately, she shot her . . . with her finger."