"wu-oh! looks like Rusty here want's to play the hero, ain't one to mess around is Rusty, bit overconfident is our Rusty though, left his sword with his little squire"
Twix paused a moment to nod in Myra's direction and swig another shot of whatever he was drinking.
"You do have to wonder what he thinks he's gonna do when he get's here, maybe that's why he's walking so slow, hasn't quite figured out how he's gonna go about clambering over the bar in his shit-tin suit, don't think I'll waste bullets on this, a knife through the visor works aswell, I do hope no one will mind if I miss the funeral."
Twix placed his drink on the bar which was quickly followed by his knife, his gun didn't waver from Adrian, Knife on the table Twix could pick up his drink again and did.