Genre fiction lover: Romance, Sci Fi, Fantasy, Mystery, Urban Fantasy
Whereupon we get multiple examples of Sam Vimes being a total bad-ass:
A good copper has to be able to think like a criminal. Vimes was a very good copper.
He was also a very alive copper and intended to remain that way. That was why, when the case's lock went click, he laid it down on the shaking roof with its lid opening away from him, and, leaning back, carefully lifted the lid with his boot.
A long blade flicked out. It would have terminally ruined the digestion of a casual thief.
When the figure dropped down from the eaves it was amazed at the way Vimes spun and rushed it bodily against the wall.
Vimes looked through a red mist at the moonlit face of Inigo Skimmer.
"I'll damn well - " he began.
"Look down, your grace," said Skimmer. "Mhm, mhm."
Vimes realized he could feel the faintest prick of a knife blade on his stomach.
"Look down further," he said.
Inigo looked down. He swallowed. Vimes had a knife, too.
"You really are no gentleman, then," he said.
"Make a sudden move and neither are you," said Vimes. "And now it appears that we have reached what Sergeant Colon persists in referring to as an imp arse."
Who is full of self awareness:
"I believe you ver an alcoholic, Sir Samuel."
"No," said Vimes, completely taken aback. "I was a drunk. You have to be richer than I was to be an alcoholic."