"Put those toys down 'fore I put [i]you[/i] down," Abaddon warned, threat emphasized with the sound of his gun's hammer being cocked back. The silvery barrel of his weapon of choice glinted in the sunlight peeking inside the temple. It was light in Abby's practiced hands, and his body showed no signs of dropping his aim any time soon. His other hand was placed securely on another revolver on his hip, this one dark in color, with a chamber that seemed to hold larger bullets. "No hard feelin's," he said, eyes narrowing, as the young lady put her fancy-schmancy throwing knife away. 

Following suit, Abbadon bent his arm, pointing the barrel of the gun up at the ceiling, but still not holstering his piece. His arm moved back into aiming position as the silver-haired swordswoman came closer. "Stop right there," he commanded, tilting his head a bit to the side and glancing over at Yaozu. He flexed the fingers of the hand hovering over his other firearm, "I don' care much for pleasantries, ma'am. Name's Abbadon."