*throws rifle to the ground, magazines on me start cooking off, sending shells in every direction but at me (mags are not carried with bullets facing the body, so they fire away from me and you. Drops knife* If it's a fist fight you want, it's a fist fight you'll get *tackles you before you pull out the sword, punches you hand off of the hilt.* Come on you son of bitch, burn out already!