Breaking The Laws
The law of the sword says the man with the gun wins.
You carry a rapier. I carry a magnum. 'Nuff said.
"Agent Yuy is getting far too familiar with Maxwell's way of speaking for my peace of mind," Treize said blandly.
Une couldn't hold back a snort. "One just has to hope that he's…rubbing off…on Maxwell as well." She coughed and turned her smiling eyes away from the bumper sticker in her husband's hands and, consequently, his eyes as well.
Watching his wife with amusement, Treize said, "Ah, yes, his single-minded determination when getting things done – or buildings blown up."
Une blanched. "Perhaps that isn't a good thing," she conceded in a small voice.
Treize considered for a moment. "Though there is one thing we should be grateful for."
"Mmm?" Une raised a brow inquiringly.
"They cannot change the laws of physics – or break them, either." Treize smirked. "There's only so much damage they can do, and only so much retaliation they can take."
Une snorted. "Too true, my love. Too true."