"Old? Old!" roared Porthos. "You're all trying to rob us because you think we're old?"
The man with the sword stepped forward to hack Porthos down but Porthos spun and slapped the pistol, making it fire but miss. He kicked the swordsman in the groin, then he smashed his head against the alley wall. He backhanded the gunman hard. The robber with the knife turned and tried to run. Porthos snatched a barrel from the street and hurled it into the fleeing robber's back. He collapsed in a heap.
Celeste's eyes where wide as she watched him. They where wide with awe and admiration.
Porthos grabbed the fallen gunman up by the throat and slammed him, stomach down, across a broken alley cart.
"Come on," said Aramis. He acted as if nothing had happened and led Porthos away, still holding Celeste's hand.
"I have to tell you something," said Porthos. "I love Paris!"