"I could, but I'd prefer to jump out the way, grab the other guy's arm, push him over, pin him down, and begin turning his face inside out with my knuckles." Kenna replied, as casually as one would read a grocery list.
Kenna went over to her messenger bag, pulling out a large pistol. It was nickel-plated, and seemed to have it's own faint glow. She made sure the safety was on and the clip was empty, then walked back to the bar and placed it in front of Belmont. "One of these. Careful, this one's unique."
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