Even before the world had turned out to be an endless Romero movie special Sarge had never left the house unarmed, for various reasons. There are a few hidden surprises on him he has practiced to get out in a flash until he was pretty sick of it, but by now it is so deeply ingrained it is mere muscle memory and happens without thinking. But because he is that kind of guy he usually prefers weapons like the crowbar, blunt objects that required some force - because there is plenty of that to go around and is a much better way to vent than using one of his knives. Or the gun. Which is really more for show and way too noisy to help.
So far when he has been dealing with women, and he is using that term loosely, that attacked him for various reasons he has focused on blocking them, disarming them and sending them on their merry way to whatever pits of hell wait for them. He is still on the fence about this one, but he can use some additional sparring either way. If she ever stops circling and actually does something. The more she circles the more he calms down and is tempted to think about the last text Rodeo sent him and yes, he is stupid.
"I ain't your personal entertainment program. Get it over with or scurry back to your rat tunnels, I ain't got all day."
Sarge looks at her fingers, expecting her to make a move. But she doesn't. He has noticed the brass knuckles and they almost made him laugh, although it does show that she is not crazy enough to think her little fists can do much damage unassisted when her opponent weighs more than twice as much.