There is something awfully satisfying and comical about chasing a hapless naked man around a field, with an awfully big sword, yelling at the top of one's lungs. Especially when one is a female.

;)
It was the end time of the annual "Highland Games" in Auckland, and there was a bunch of young men sitting around, daring each other to streak across the field where the events had been held. Most of the crowd had gone, but there were a few stragglers still.
I had been at the tent of the Norsemen, dressed in my woman's wear, doing show and tell to small children (and bigger children ;) ) with the swords, letting them handle them and such. I'd put the swords away in the bag, and had commented to my friends (after the first couple of streakers had been and gone) that I wished I still had my sword out. I wasn't ready for the third, but the fourth... hah!!
"Right," I thought, and grabbed the claymore from the ski-bag.

He was running back across the field, and it took him a moment to register that a fierce looking woman "yelling all kinds of threats", was bearing down upon him with a very big pointy sword.
He made a very fast bee-line for the nearest Port-a-Loo! I gave the P-a-L a couple of whacks for good measure (not too hard ;) ) then left him to the none-too-gentle ribbing of his mates!*
The Norsemen swore he'd picked up an amazing burst of speed, once he realised what was going on.

Apparantly the Pub tent erupted in laughter when they saw the chase happening. It was extremely funny for all concerned, I believe, except perhaps for the streaker at first... ;)
I only wish I could have seen it from the perspective of a bystander, myself!
'Twas a very funny and satisfying end to a long hot day.
:D


(* - During the Port-a-Loo hitting, I inadvertently startled the man in the one next door, because he popped his head out at the noise, took one look at the sword, and I've never seen a door shut so fast again!)