My gaze alone silences the screaming gunman. Three members of what are likely members of the gang that the shooter belongs to burst into the room. I rush forward and draw the knife at my hip. I grab the nearest shooter and turn her toward the shooter to the right the moment before they open fire. I drop the shooter as the bullets impact her. I leap at the two remaining shooters. With one motion I plunge my knife into the chest of the one on the right I withdraw it as they fall and pivot on the one on the left dropping them with a single stab a moment later. They each drop unmoving as soon as the blade breaks their skins. All of this takes no more than 30 seconds. The original shooter who was wounded in the shooter stares at me wide eyed. My companion comes in the window a moment later. She asks me a question in what sounds to my somewhat trained ear to be an old germanic dialect. I'm rusty, but I turn to her and respond in kind. "I doubt that an underling shooter would be given something so important. I can feel the presence of the weapon on him." I see him start to move out of the corner of my eye I turn toward him and fix him in my gaze. "Stay or run I don't care. You won't make it to the door." I turn back toward my associate "Why don't we ask him if he knows where we can find it." I step away and gesture for her to take the lead.
@Dr. Dapper