I am so glad I'm past the grade school fight age with my kids.
When my kid was in 1st or 2nd grade he had a kid in his class who picked on everybody. The kid was supposed to be 2 grades higher but was held back twice (I have no idea how the hell you get held back in kindergarten or 1st grade). Anyway since my kid was the biggest in the class (except for the Neanderthal who kept getting held back) he was a prime target (so the bully don't feel like quite so much of a punk I guess). The kid would come up and throw a punch then when the other kid would retaliate the victim would get in trouble. The teachers kept on about how you are supposed to just take it and yell for help, but their system didn't seem to stop the problem (imagine that).
So finally I got fed up and asked my son.
"If he hits you and you shove him away, what happens to you?" - "I get in trouble for fighting."
"If he hits you and you hit him once what happens?"- "I get in trouble for fighting"
"If he hits you and you beat him bloody, what happens?"- The light comes on in my sons eyes and he says, "I just get in trouble for fighting like all the other times"
So I say "right, get more bang for your buck, if your gonna get in trouble anyway make a point with it."
My son started boxing at the community center at the age of 5. By the time he was 7 he worked out with the team, kept up with guys who where 14-20 in the calisthenics and ran about 2 miles a day (usually coming back in the front 1/4 of the crowd).
So I told him "next time the kid hits you- and only if he hits you- you don't yell this time, keep your mouth shut and hit him as hard and fast as you can until he goes down. Then put your hands in your pockets and step into the crowd. And no matter what anybody says they saw just keeps saying, "did you see him fall, man, he tripped and fell hard."
Anyway so that’s basically what happened.
The kid hits my son. Josh drops low and pops him on the diaphragm and as the kid doubles over hooks him to the temple with a left. So the kid goes down face first, bent over at the waist, no hands out face-plant on the tile. Out cold, lots of blood.
And my boy cheers real load and says "YA, I HIT HIM, SO WHAT, MY DAD TOLD ME TO"
So I get called to the principals office. Talk about a real treat trying to explain how sometimes boys have to fight. And the only way to stop a bully is for a victim to fight back. And I'm explaining it to a woman teacher, woman school counselor, and a women principal.
It only took about 10 more trips to the office before we got everything straightened out. But from what I heard from my son, and a conversation with the counselor (that she said she would deny if I repeated) that kid calmed down quit a bit after that. I know he wasn't a problem for my son again anyway