Vhanja wrote:
Lola - Yes, Sherlock (and maybe Mary) seems to have a more calculative (is that a word?) nature than John, who seem to run more on instinct. However, I reckon that John's background as a soldier and doctor is the basis of his instinct, and so he more or less have control of his damage output without having to calculate it to the extenct that Sherlock and Mary does.
John is less calculating than Sherlock, that´s true, but on the other hand, he is far more violent when intent on doing the harm to somebody.
We saw exactly three scenes of Sherlock being violent so that he physically hurts people - the cabbie scene, the CIA guy scene, the Magnussen scene. All three guys were quite nasty and tortured others with glee before Sherlock dealt with them. Also, cabbie was previously shot by John, so Sherlock can´t be blamed entirely for his demise nor for the hurt caused to him.
Now John...
After being dealt a blow by Sherlock in ASIB (unexpected but leaving no mark on his face) John retaliates so viciously that his own hand hurts like hell and Sherlock wears the bloody scrape on his face quite long after that.
John headbuts the chief-inspector in TRF.
He at first strangles, then beats and at last headbutts Sherlock in TEH so that Sherlock bleeds.
He sprains Bill Wiggins in HLV, later threatens Sherlock that "he won´t need morphine" and kicks a chair furiously.
He is abusive towards Sherlock in TAB when they hurry after Mary and threatens him: "tell me when my wife is, you pompous prick, or I´ll punch your lights out!"
What is interesting - none of the guys John attacked like that (actually, it´s mostly Sherlock) can actually be categorised as a bad guy... and when John faces the big bad, Magnussen, at last, he just stands there, all cowed and let himself be flicked into his face... weird.
So yes, Sherlock is more calculating, but he doesn´t do as much physical damage as the more temperamental John, IMHO.
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