"Phantom bullets eh?" Alex mumbled. "They are only solid when you<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>them to be. Good for when you want to avoid hitting something you don't want to hit. Not exactly the kind of nuke you'd expect a robber to use. Especially not one who'd use a kid as a human shield. Hmph, at least you're slightly better then<span style="font-style: italic">complete</span>scum." Folding his arms in front of his chest, he measured his glare at the man as he slowly walked forward. "Don't be stupid. Let the kid go, and leave. If you don't, I'm not going to hold back. You're not the<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>one with a nuke in the room after all." He stopped, staring the man in the eye. At this range, the guy literally could not miss. "I'll give you to the count of five to back down. If you don't, I'll break both your arms so that you can't exploit those weaker then you ever again." In his left hand, a revolver appeared. Attached to the barrel was a short blade, only about as long as a dagger. The handle of the gun was the typical wood brown color you'd expect from a wild west setting, and dangling from it was a bit of silver chain with a silvery bullet at the end. "1... 2... 3... 4..."