Milo stood and pulled the revolver from under the table, as it came into view of everyone, Jackie began to lower his gun, and set it on the table. "So, that's where that got off to, my guy in the department couldn't find that." Jackie chuckled a bit, "A marshal stealing evidence, that's pretty ballsy. Not as ballsy as this though Milo, ratting me out, setting me up, you're a dead man, you and sheriff Barbie here."
Milo walked slowly around the table and used the pommel of his sword to slide Jackie's gun further away before bringing it back around to slam into the center of Jackie's chest. Jackie crumpled instantly to the ground and Milo stood over him. "I wanted to do that for a while. You couldn't handle her if you tried Jackie, besides, she is the only thing stopping me from beating you bloody for the whole shooting me thing." Milo stepped back from him and checked his arm, it was only a graze but it was bleeding pretty good, got a bit more meat than was probably good, "Go ahead, do your cop thing, I'm probably gonna have to hit an urgent care or something to stitch this. I can't see it." Milo grabbed a nearby scrap of cloth and tried to staunch the bleeding.