Ok, I am going to add my own tale to this thread,since this happened last night.
I have an old dog, and he's in a rough stage right now, so when he woke me up at 4 am in the morning, I knew he had to take care of some business. I got dressed quick, and had my maratac AAA on my keyring. I helped him down the stairs, and outside so he could do his thing, and looked around. It was drizzly and foggy last night, and I had just gotten a Fandyfire STL-V2 (3 XM-L wall of light) and an Ultrafire WF008 (thrower) from DE (and 4 TANK TK737s for gifts) that I wanted to try out. So I got the dog back upstairs, and got my lights, and headed out to the Green Belt walking trail out back of my place.
I walked down towards the Amato's end of the trail, because there are no lights on the trail, and I lit up the trees along side the rail tracks and down the path. As I point the light down the path, 200 yards down, I see a person. I turn off the lights, and continue walking down the trail.
As I get close, I can hear a mans voice, and he seems to be talking to himself. I hear cursing, and while it is dark, I can see his figure getting closer. I hug the right side of the path along a chain link fence that separates the walking trail from the rail tracks, but I see this guy is now coming right at me despite my efforts to avoid his path, and his voice is getting louder, and he says something like, "I don't give a ____ what happens, this ____ (incoherent)..." I have the Fandyfire in my left, the Ultrafire thrower in my right so I point the Ultrafire right at this guys face, and let him have it.
He doesn't even squint as I light up his face. I see he's a white guy, got a ruddy complexion and the tan of someone outdoors a lot, mid-40s, 180-190ish, 5'10", brown salt and pepper hair that is in need of maintenance, his shirt is disheveled and open. He looks bleary, but I see his pupils trying to dilate to adjust to the light. It stops him cold, and I walk right by him, within two feet, keeping the light right on him. He says, "What the ____ man, your 'lights' are _____ me up". As I get next to him, and my right hand can't track him with the Ultrafire across my body, I cut the light to give him 1 second of recoup time, and then hit him with the Fandyfire for two seconds as I walked past. Then without saying a word, I continued down the path, listening to hear if he was coming after me.
Now, I am a big guy, still young enough to take care of myself, 6'3", I bounced for years at clubs, bars and large events. [part deleted - DM51] But like most of you guys, I like to be prepared. [part deleted - DM51] I pride myself on ending fights before they start, and in avoiding conflict wherever there is another option.
In my opinion, this guy was drunk. I don't know if he wanted to fight me, but he sounded aggressive, he came right towards me, and the flashlight stopped him in his tracks while he tried to figure our what to do when someone changed the game plan.
I don't think he could tell if I was a cop, I never said a word to him. I never broke stride, and never threatened him with movement or words. But I feel that if I had not had the lights ready to go, this event would have been a lot more iffy, and might well have taken physical force to resolve. The lights did exactly what I wanted. I wanted to stop his plan of confronting me. I wanted him confused, I wanted him unsure of himself. By not speaking, I made him even more unsure. By blinding him, I left him with few senses to assess and make a new plan. By continuing to move without hesitation or alteration, I left him with few options until I was well out of the zone of 'danger'.
When I got past him, I got to the corner of Broadway, and looped back around to avoid the trail, staying on the main road back to my place.
I love lights. I love this forum, and I love that we can share stories like this. Thanks guys.