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[i]Donny let out a loud, panicked scream as Gweyr whipped out her glaive. Just the sort of reaction you'd get when aiming a knife at some random nerd. But Donny came from a different place than Gweyr. Where he was from, life and death were matters to be resolved in an instant. Anyone could kill anyone with a little luck and a bullet in the back. Out here, you didn't brandish a weapon unless you were going to use it. You didn't pull out a blade and try to talk things over. You either killed, or got killed, and though tricks are petty, a good one never needs to be used twice against the same enemy. 

Donny would have dropped his hammer and turned clockwise as if about to flee, as any sane pedestrian would after some nutty chick got medieval in a dark alley. Before the hammer, still obscured by his coat, hit the ground, Donny's scream would have muffled the ratcheting click of the .44 Magnum being cocked as it was drawn. The shot would come as the hammer landed between his feet and he was in the middle of his turn, Gweyr seeing just his left side. 

An old gunslinger trick. If you want to pull a piece on someone so they don't see the barrel poking through your coat, turn your flank to them and aim along your abdomen with the gun flat against you. Keep your shooting arm out of sight so they don't see the bend in your elbow. 
No protrusions, no clues, no chance. Especially when the victim is a shy, moral girl who probably wouldn't kill a man, however creepy, who seemed about to flee as was requested of him.

The revolver was aimed for Gweyr's midsection. If the large round struck, it would bore an impressive, clean hole straight through her solar plexus, between the lungs, into the aorta, and out through the spine. 

Donny preferred using his hammer on helpless women, and this one was not helpless in the least. In a criminal empire, you had only one life to live and you didn't prolong it by taking chances. She was armed with something far more substantial than a stun gun, and he had never tried to take on anything badder than a baseball bat in close combat before. Perhaps if she didn't die or pass out right off the bat, he could still use the hammer. It wouldn't be a satisfying end to the evening otherwise.[/i]