"It is in your possession, you are guilty despite your involvement in the theft." He said in that same monotonous voice, "You shall face your punishment. Now, will you lay down your weapon and ride on the Messenger Hound, or shall you insist on loss and ride in it?" quote Qualapec
*Really cool with the hand bit... :-)*
Plan B.. Bizerko mode, my forte anyway....
5th Grade fencing aside, my time playing Star Wars must have worn off. I attacked with fury, the saber whirled over head as if it was choreographing the movement itself. They backed off fast, but I was faster. I swept the saber in an arch chopping through the knight's other hand and in the returning motion slashed at the three foot thick trunk of an oak tree beside us. I swept back, missing the knight who retreated quickly, stumbling over the same pot hole I had previously. The six eyed THING snarled but I sliced through two of it's legs and it collapsed at my feet. Again on the return motion I swiped the tree trunk with the 2nd lumberjack angled cut and the tree crashed downwards. The knight screamed but I wasn't done yet. Rather than returning the stroke towards the two I let the arch carry it over my head, brought it down in classic fencing style and jabbed through the two middle eyes of the messenger beast, impaling what I assumed was it's brain.
As the tree fell down on the knight, I used my other hand, avoiding the lightsaber and snagged up the beast. It was heavy and not moving, thank goodness. I could have killed the knight, but whatever had sent one knight might send 10 the next time around. I waited only a few seconds to make sure the knight was down for the count for a least several minutes and then turned, beast in hand, and ran through the rain, splashing through the rain puddles and patches of street lights on the sidewalk, and turned sharply into the Red Line stop and bounded up the stairs to the train platform above. I managed to catch the train as the doors were closing and it headed south.
The locals in the car took one look at the flaming lightsaber and the dead beastie, that thankfully wasn't bleeding, I must have cauterized the veins as I had impaled it, and they shifted to another car. I was too keyed up to sit down and I watched the buildings flash by. If I wanted out of this I needed to find Debbie and to find her I needed a certain item I'd deposited at the magic pawn shop, near the university. I needit to get rent money. I rechecked the beast to make sure it was still dead, I'd stab it again if it even twitched. Hopefully, the pawn shop owner would let me trade one worn messenger beast that could rejuvenate body parts for the device I'd hawked (help spelling?).
With the few minutes left before the train reached the station I needed, I wondered if I'd remembered to set the Tivo to record House.