Utterly Mad

"You're a bit forward, ain't ya?" Loach off-handedly inquired of Duncan, laughing a bit under his breath."Anyways, ahem...OI! WHAT MY PARTNER SAID! SHUT THE FUCK UP, PUT THE WEAPONS DOWN, OR I PUT THREE ROUNDS IN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!" Loach's voice was surprisingly menacing compared to his usual tone, his hand effortlessly brandishing the shining piece at his side. His coat would protect him from some small-arms fire, but to be sure, he slid on over to a table, using his shoulder to knock it over for cover.