"Believe it or not, I don't wage war against non-combatants."
I do believe it, up to a point. You wouldn't wage war on anyone that wasn't a small child or female or an extremely old and decrepit person; And then they'd have to have all their limbs secured to the wall behind their necks. Also, it would be advantageous if all their guard rabbits and kittens were removed from the area. Then, with no-one looking and with no sign of your mom, you might permit yourself a sly kick in the general direction of the immobilized geriatrics and children. Then, bursting with pride at your supreme military fighting skills, you'd allow yourself a couple of voluble Hurr, Hurrs! as you puffed out your chest.
You'd swagger down to your basement computer, to inform the world of your might and advanced tactical nous, also to to tell the world to be ready to hail the conquering hero as the savage enemy, er, I mean rabbits are all locked in their hutches and you expect them to surrender soon..
You receive millions of congratulatory and salutary e-mails from around the world and you wonder how soon the medal ceremony will be.
Suddenly, a sharp nudge in the ribs. "Come on, wake up you lazy good-for-nothing. I thought I told you to clean this place up."
"Y-y-yes, mom,", you stammer pitifully, "S-s-sorry".
