I personally imagine this with a group of at least six burly men armed with clubs, but you are free to imagine this as you wish.
"Step well away, sirs, if you wish to keep your lives. I am quite capable of dispatching them if you come any closer."
The men exchanged glances and snorted in laughter, thinking there was nothing to fear from the thin, ill looking man with a limp.
"We got yer friend beat, wot's to say we won't get you beat too? Ya reckon we can, mates?" One of the gang blustered, hefting a club in his hands.
His gang sneered. Their sneers turned to girlish squeals when each of their clubs were systematically blown to splinters by well placed gun shots.
