I have a circa 1640 Damascus sword that has a 38 inch curved narrow blade that my dad brought back from Syria in 1963. Long ago when I was a young married with wife and two babies in St Petersburg, my wife woke me with “shhh” and pointed at the window beside the bed. Someone was prizing up the louvers. I quietly got up, got the sword and went out the other side of the house in my boxers with my VN war hat on my head and open jungle boots on my feet. I got behind the Teen who had pulled one of the slats free and waggled my hand where he saw it from the corner of his eye. He whirled about, saw an apparition with an Arabian sword upraised and got outa dodge faster than I can remember ever seeing anyone move before that, or since. He left a large screwdriver on the ground by the window.
good you had the sword on him. there’s a stabby reason why burglars like screwdrivers.