Checks out.
Hardest part of onboarding women in to boffer larps was that most women were trained their whole life not to hit people and definitely not run around whooping and hollering and cussing in dead languages smacking people with (foam) swords as hard as they can.
We used to more or less just hand people, men, women, enbies, everyone, a boffer sword and say "I want you to hit me as hard as you can because one of the first things we need you to learn is that these boffers we use are safe, and that under any normal circumstance you can't hurt someone with them." And we'd just tell them yeah, great, that was good, hit me again, hit me again. See how it stings, I wince a little, but there's no mark and no bruise? I'm fine, you're not hurting me, this is play, this is fun, you're not doing anything wrong by being physical and aggressive.
And then, usually, about three hours later, we'd have the "Please don't try to actually kill your fellow larpers I know you're drunk on the power of violence but putting your feet on someone's shoulder and trying to twist their head off is not a legal move. Also please put your shirt back on it's not our rule we just don't want to deal with the park police." And usually folks would find a balance point between socially acceptable passivity and shield-chewing berserker rage.
Turns out; Women are dangerous as fuck. Yeah, not pound for pound as strong as men, and a fat lot of luck that will do you when someone pool-cues a spear through your ribs with a full extension lunge from eight feet away.
Civilization is only three meals away from barbarism, or twenty minutes of running around in the park with a foam bat yelling cusses.