As soon as the pale man jumped up off his barrel Stephen dropped the coin purse and had his hands upon his twin steam knives. His thumbs poised above the triggers that would release a blast of thick white steam from the blades.

A split second from pressing the triggers another man approached. This one had an odd looking backpack that then jumped from his back and onto the now empty barrel. It looked like a mechanical spider, that produced a small gun from its back. If Stephen wasn't on edge he would have whistled in approval.

Turning back to the new man Stephen glared through his red tinted goggles as he gripped his knives tight in his leather clad hands. [color=a36209]"Oi! I ain't done nothin' wrong! I was just showin' this 'ere 'igh an mighty bastard me skills and 'e goes and draws irons on me!"[/color] Stephen hollered as he made a slight motion for his two boys to back off as they looked ready to pounce. Good boys though, no need to tell them to jump in when things went sour.