G sighed. There was one thing being in this reality was teaching him -- Gibbs' rules were true more than 'bend the rules when it suits' Callen may have liked to admit years ago. G had never bothered remembering all of his friend's rules, if he'd even known all of them at all. The man had more rules than G. But, the ones he remembered after all this time were being proven more and more true.
"It all depends on the type of training you're doing. The type of self-defense you're going to learn here is the sort most people never wear protective gear for. Walk past any martial arts dojo on any given evening and no matter what the discipline -- karate, jujitsu, aikido -- you will find thirty kids in gis punching each other without gear. They learn how to take the punch, how to take the fall. Take a stage combat course, there's no padding. The hits aren't as solid, but you still take them unprotected. It's the entire point -- learn to withstand it, give it back, save your life."
Frowning, G shook his head. "You're not going to be a field agent, Abby. And that guard's firearm is why, after self-defense with Sam, you get the basics of using a gun with me. However, field agent or not, the training is a requirement. Everyone learns the basics of everything. It helps us work better as a team, helps us protect each other better."