Selena is entirely unperturbed by this turn of events. Releasing the coins they fall neatly into the cuff of her shirt and, with a small flick of her wrist, slide into a small pocket sewn within. Hand moving to her side she addresses the ruffians without bothering to face them.<br/><br/>"What say I show you<em>boys</em>that unruly children ought not to play with their father's knives... their liable to get<em>hurt</em>..."<br/><br/>Drawing one pistol with an entirely unnecessary spin and still without so much turning her head, Selena proceeds to point it, arm at full extension to her right and fire. Attempting to shoot the weapon out of one of their attackers hands by hitting it with a shot bounced off an old sword hanging on the wall over the bar, apparently from the previous owner if it's age and rusty look is anything to go by.<br/><br/>The crack of the pistol going off is loud in the enclosed tavern and the belching powder fills the, already thick, air with smoke, fire, and the sent of brimstone.