Trystan chuckled as he put his gun away, taking a deep breath, shaking his head at Xitco. When the man stepped close enough however and took his hand, the fox laughed loud, grabbing the hand, pulling down on it, bringing his other hand to smash into the human's chest. In a lightning fast movement, he pulled down again, bringing his foot up, hooking it through the man's legs and sending him to the ground. Before anyone could react, he had Vash's hand twisted behind his back, with his knee digging into the man's neck. "Xitco, would you mind holding him like this. Make sure he doesn't move. He obviously doesn't understand what I was trying to say." His voice was still gentle, even though he wasn't. As he rose, his incredibly muscular, strong tails held him in the prone position until Xitco could get in the right spot to hold him. "You came into my territory with a large revolver. You shot at my doors. You killed a few demons, which is kind of my job." He growled, drawing his revolver. "And then..... you try to pull me into some 'truth'. If there's one thing I hate more then anything, it's cultists. Now, stay right there. You have a test to take." With that, he tossed his pistol up into the air, drawing his second, and his third, juggling them with practiced precision. "There is one bullet in one of these guns. If you make it through six shots, you survive, and I'll let you go. If you don't..... well, you don't."