Ahh the ancient art of Taekwon-Lynn-do.
Sometimes the streets are the world's bloodiest battlefields. Sometimes you can't carry a gun. Sometimes you're faced with an edged weapon wielding Wildman.
However, you've spent years in the dungeon dojo of your mom's basement. To the sounds of ACDC and Slayer, you've tirelessly practiced the moves of master at arms Lynn Thompson and his Hawk-style.
You almost left the house with only 2 karambits and a copy of your favorite Steven Seagal film. Luckily, the pudgy yet tactical voice in your head told you to reconsider. Instead you brought your tomahawk and Cold Steel Natchez Bowie.
You were surprised that an opponent would even face thee. Most people move to the other side of the street when they see you walk past with weapons glistening and jangling, trench coat blowing in the wind, fedora canted back. But this opponent had gal. At the moment you saw a raised hand you instant hooked, parried, slashed, and thrust your way past the person.
You looked back to see the devastation, since Master Lynn's spirit possessed you in your tactically synchronized defense frenzy rendering you oblivious.
In your wake was a broken and torn mannequin, a crying child, and mall security in hot pursuit.
But the biggest and worst CS offender I have ever seen is the 35ATCJ Gurkha Kukri San Mai III. a $1000 list price for a knife with a plastic handle? :rolleyes: Especially since you can get a real one for 1/10th the price.
