A sword was right up Lindsey's alley. If Danny could recall, that was actually the urban cowboy's preferred weapon of choice. He put Highlander to shame, if he may say so himself.
"Me! If it isn't me. Fancy we'd bump into each other here." Lindsey hefted his second harpoon and eyed the sword with a wary but appreciative glance. Wasn't this what his standoff with the famous consulting detective had been like?
Not intending to follow the man's footsteps though, Lindsey threw his second harpoon, at the same time, diving and rolling towards a second sword on the ground. It didn't matter if the harpoon hit or got batted away, it served its purpose. It was a distraction, a red herring, his real intention was the broadsword that he picked up.
He rolled back to his feet with the sword brought up to point at Danny's awkwardly defensive pose. Lindsey clearly had the advantage here. "Ready when you are?"
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"Me! If it isn't me. Fancy we'd bump into each other here." Lindsey hefted his second harpoon and eyed the sword with a wary but appreciative glance. Wasn't this what his standoff with the famous consulting detective had been like?
Not intending to follow the man's footsteps though, Lindsey threw his second harpoon, at the same time, diving and rolling towards a second sword on the ground. It didn't matter if the harpoon hit or got batted away, it served its purpose. It was a distraction, a red herring, his real intention was the broadsword that he picked up.
He rolled back to his feet with the sword brought up to point at Danny's awkwardly defensive pose. Lindsey clearly had the advantage here. "Ready when you are?"