Mikkish let off another burst of rounds and William returned once again. He felt a special kind of fear, like his ribs were slithering, something like what he experience when he tried to save his "ex" (it was actually just a crush). Williams veins were exploding with adrenaline, his eyes began tearing up, he had never imagined he would ever find himself in the situation he was now in. Both men, firing back and forth were so caught up in trying to survive or take the other guy out, they couldn't possibly notice that something was off, and neither could anyone else on the scene.

Mikkish was a terrible shot, and always had been. William, in his panic, hardly bothered to aim. Even taking these factors into account, however, with how close Mikkish was to Maddox and how close William was to everyone else, surely something would hit someone with all the gunshots being let off. Several landed in a brick wall next to Mikkish, and one in a parking meter close by. The car beside William was further torn by 9mm rounds, thanks to Mikkish.

"Alright, playtime is over." Came a stern, though calm voice. And everyone heard. He didn't yell, merely spoke, yet his voice prevailed over the gunshots and drew attention in the excitement. A single man in a black cloak walked into view. His face, like Richards, was stern and stoic, but while Richard's seemed amused, this man gave vibes of authority. Firm, irrefutable authority, like if a teacher had just caught his students having a water gun fight in his classroom. 

The clips fell out of each gun possessed by anyone on scene, rendering the triggers useless. It was this man's doing.

"You thought it might be funny to play wild wild west, and now you'll all deal with the consequences."