The detective had his swords in his hands and it was clashing with another sword. It was Mr Jacobs. He looked at his sword. It was different and felt familiar at the same time.
A natural scent was in the air. He moved back, both stared at each other. He was worried about the girl so he started talking.
"Why are you doing this Jacobs?"
He said it in an unsurprised voice. He looked behind him, "the lady looks nice when she sleeps, would love to-"
"Shut up"!
He was furious as he noticed her. He carried on talking, "you noticed me beforehand and now too, you really are attentive, even not during battle."