"[color=ed1c24]Aye, why always the eye[/color]" He hissed and chuckled. The larger man go back up and swung at John again, this time he saw it and dipped under his arm, bringing his fist up into his rib cage. The man bent over in pain groaning. "[color=ed1c24]Thomas I believe they turn the very air into sludge[/color]" He yelled as he swept the mans legs out from under him causing him to land hard on his face. The smaller man moved up and pulled out a pistol. The metal shined in the corner of Johns eye and he knew exactly what is was. The man pointed it at the men. "[color=0072bc]I'll be taking your money at the expense of my friends now probably broken ribs and face oy![/color]" He spat shaking with the gun in his and switching pointing at both John and Thomas. "[color=0054a6]You stupid Yankees and your good for nothing towns and factories. All the real work is done in the south, you would be nothing without us![/color]" He hissed into a yell. John glanced at Thomas.