“I looked back and saw the knife and had a panic attack.” . . . grabbed her 25-inch Turkish scimitar sword. She held it up to his stomach and asked, “You still want my purse?” . . . Moody said she and the robber stood facing each for a few moments, blades in hand, before she asked him a second time if he still wanted her purse. “This time I poked him in the belly with the tip of the sword. I didn't blink.”I think Ms. Moody isn't quite clear on the definition of "panic attack". But I don't think I'd care to argue with her about that (or anything else) in person :-)