The Duellist (AKA San Xaviar) The Duellist stood, knife hand back, ready to strike. His other hand, the left, was held forward, in a "come hither" gesture. And with a snap of his wrist, another blade found his hand. He wound up for the throw, but with a loud, ringing bang, and a flash of light, the blade spun off to the tarmac. "Blast!" yelled the Duellist, diving for his pistol as the form of Detective London appeared in the rain. San Xaviar was back in control, and he rolled for the gun, bringing it up to face London's soaked form. London stood, both hands holdig his revolver steady, aiming at the assassin. "Drop it." His voice seemed harder than normal, the drawl gone. "You. I know you." "Drop it," "And because of this, I won't kill you today, Grant." London's aim faltered for a second. "What?" San Xaviar shot the pistol out of his hands, and stood, backing away slowly at first, then joggig the rest of the way to the plane. The Irishmen were already waiting for him, and he boarded the plane, looking back one last time as the door closed. As the plane roared off down the tarmac, London stood, confused. Tag: ALL! ALL! ALL!