<br/>I stop with a sinking feeling, my knees weak... caught! For a moment it's all I can do to keep from falling to my knees. I half turn towards the newcomers, hiding the gun behind my body as I look them over. Only two guns, but that's more than enough unless something drastic happens. I need to keep in control here...<br/><br/>"I'm just trying to leave." I call out, trying to sound strong. My fingers flex on the gun as I try to size up the others. I'm a good shot, but most women are not. The sword is a nonissue as far as I'm concerned. How the women hold their guns, how familair they seem with them, is going to have a big influence on my response.