[i]With that, he uncloaks, and spins his sword in hand.[/i] Look who's selling contraband behind the cafeteria! [i]Dropping three nine-bangers, he disappeared as the rapid flashes and resulting bangs overtook the room. In seconds, his blade was protruding from the chest of one of the men. Ripping it back out, he swung at another, the edge of the blade tearing across his throat. Drawing one of his magnums, he fired. Once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, six, and six men laid on the ground, a clean hole in each of their heads. Backing off for a moment, he disappeared, and reengaged his cloaking.[/i]