I wholeheartedly agree with everything said here. Both in a moral and legal sense. And you know what? It sometimes sucks. It really does.
You spend your life trying to do the right thing, helping others, loving family and friends, just passing through the world - and the whole while you're training. And, man, training ain't easy. You give so much time, you sacrifice so many other things, we all do. You get hurt, injured, sore, sometimes you can barely move. But you love it and do it all over again and again.
Then some clown comes along and wants to hurt someone. We didn't get to choose this scenario, he did. We didn't get to choose "say go" he did. (even if you engage first tactically, he's the one that set that, not you)
I wish we had equal rights. I wish we, as the ones set upon, who didn't have a say in the start, had, by Congressional decree, a say in the finish. "Oh, you hurt now? Can't breathe right this second? Here, take this home with you, no extra charge." Then just blast him with a bone strike (or whatever, we all have our favorite "you don't ever want to feel this mofo" type of thing)- nothing to seriously maim or break him, just something that will pain his worthless *** for a week or three, every time he moves, every time he bumps it and every time he thinks about it.
Yeah, I know we can't. But I can sure dream.