I was walking back from Karate one night, it was around 9:30, and I noticed one guy following me about 15 feet behind, almost step for step, and had a large hood on so as to conceal his face. I was carrying my karate bag very loosely, and remembered that I had borrowed a friends pair of tonfa to measure up for size and weight so when i bought my own I would know exactly the measurements I needed. The tonfa were in my bag, which I very subtle unzipped part way, and continued walking. As I walked by a school (there was no one around), I could see him in the reflection. He was beginnging to advance a bit quicker, and when he got to about 7 feet behind, I dropped my bag on an angle, and the tonfa clattered with a deafening echo on the street. I looked down, we both stopped dead. I drooped down, ignoring his presence and picked them up. I had remembered a very flashy spinning trick a friend had taught me witht he tonfa, and spun the tonfa around, saying to myself "Hmmm, My bag must be ripped...Hope my billy sticks (a street name for tonfa, I wanted to make sure he understood what they were) arent bruised...". With that, I spun them around one more time (making sure not to look back to him, but I put almost all emphasis on hearing, so I could hear if he made any sudden movements). I then continued walking. He didn't follow.
I guess he didnt want to fight an armed attacker.
Lucky thing too, I was tired as hell and probably would have been screwed.