Cormac gets burgled

There I was walking down the road taking a short-cut home and I noticed that someone had left a window open. Glancing around I couldn't see anyone. After checking that there was nobody inside, I pulled myself up into the room. I paused just inside the door and took a quick look around. There was a wallet and some other items on the bed so I snatched them up and then, thinking that I might be able to get some better goodies, crept quietly through the open internal door.

There were some noise from another room. It seemed that someone was caught up in a computer game or something, so I ignored that room and snuck into one of the two rooms left. This room surprised me a touch, it was almost completely empty except for one wall that had weapons all over it. I made my way across the room to perhaps take one of them as they looked very expensive, but as I got close I heard a noise behind me. Turning around I saw that there was a guy standing just inside the door (and only exit) I had just entered through. He was smiling evilly at me and holiding a hurl in his left hand. He watched me intently as I stared back, my mind racing trying to work out how I would get out of this situation.

He held up his right hand in a 'wait' sign and without ever taking his eyes off me called out.
"Honey, can you run down Mrs O'Malley and get her to call the guardai and tell them we're being burgled?" There was the noises of someone rushing to get dressed then then a door slammed. "I reckon it'll take her about 5 minutes to make it down there and then another 20 before they respond. So, are we going to wait for them?"

To be honest I wasn't quite sure what to make of this quiet self-assurance. He just stood there, slightly inside the door looking at me patiently, wearing that irritating smile. Of course there was no way I was about to wait for the guards to arrive. They were notoriously hard on burglars and I still had a couple of outstanding warrents for my arrest over a misunderstanding in a night-club. Thinking about it I realised that I had him at a disadvantage as I had a wall full of sharp things behind me.

I reached out and pulled down off the nearest weapon. It was quite large and very intimidating. I figured I could quite happily get him to sit down while I escaped. That didn't quite happen though, he just smiled a little wider.
"You've just grabbed a claymore, it's going to be quite slow and if I step into the corridor you won't be able to bring it to bear on me. Perhaps you'd like to pick a different weapon?" The condecension in his tone pissed me off but the man had a point. Rather than follow on with a bad thing I dropped it and grabbed something smaller.

He laughed, the bastard actually lauged.
"A Main Gauche isn't going to do you any good boyo. It's too short, I can outreach you and you're nicely in the open for me there." The prick had a point, but I thought maybe I could wipe that grin off his face. I threw the daggery thing at his face as I reached for a more appropriate sword. He moved his face out of the way at the same time he batted the dagger aside with his hurl. This of course made me more than a touch nervous, but I figured the edged weapon versus stick theory would still win. My new weapon was perfect for this area. His smile grew.
"Much better! That, as you probably know, is a katana. It's the best weapon you have for this situation, unfortunately it is also a bit of a pain to use if you haven't before. Remember that you need to hold it loosely until you are about to connect then tighten your grip. I won't go into why, but it'll improve your fighting a great deal." He moved into the room and closed the door behind him. That clinched it, there was no way I was going to open the door and dart out without beating him before hand.

The toe-rag moved towards him holding the katana high in what must have felt like a threatening fashion. Cormac noted that it was too high and would cause the bastard all kinds of problems in an extended fight. That wasn't quite what Cormac wanted though. Moving in what felt like him to be slow motion, but was probably very fast to the seemingly unenhanced norm, Cormac feinted at his opponents legs. This produced the desired affect as the burgler shifted backwards and swung the katana down in a warding motion. Cormac pulled back and waited for the katana to move low enough to open a direct line of attack to the burglars face then with adept precision whipped his hurl around in a semi-circle connecting with an unfortunate cheek bone. The bone shattered as was immediately apparent from shards that broke the skin. The shock of this was more than enough for the burglar who was generally on the giving side of violence. He began to crumple and was helped on his way by Cormacs off hand connecting with the bridge of his nose, flattening it against his face with an unpelasant squelching sound.