The warehouse was silent, but then everything was silent for Ianto so it was of little consequence.
Why Oliver felt it safe for them all to meet here was lost on Ianto who had frowned his opinion at Malcolm more than once and his return I Know stare said it all.
When Malcolm and Oliver fell with darts to their necks Ianto didn't bother looking for the shooters. The darts meant whoever it was, they were more prepared than him and they were closing in fast.
They swaggered into the light, unafraid of the deaf PA standing mutely staring at them with wide eyes. The first man to step forward had a flick knife which he showed Ianto and did a small display of knife handling that Ianto found a bit suspect really.
As the knife swung Ianto stepped back, straight into the goon behind him who threw his arms around him in an attempt to contain him. Really?
The stun gun a third good flourished was obviously meant to scare him but it only inflamed his already shortened temper. A kick to the stun gun wielder brought him to his knees. Throwing his arms out released him from his "hugger" and caught two flanking idiots to the jaw. The head thrown back at the same time caught the "hugger" and Ianto lamented his deafness and lack of satisfaction in what must have been an impressive crunch as the twit's nose broke on the back Ianto's head. A swift upper knee to the kneeling goon's chin took care of him.
A goon stepped forward and swung a length of pipe that Ianto blocked even as he felt the blow to his ribs from another attacker. Ianto grunted with pain as he saw the stun gun coming for another try. He grabbed the hand and pulled it behind him then dropped to the ground, the attacker accidentally stunning the man trying to grab him by the arm.
Ianto popped up and head-butted the stun gun holder then ducking a blow he kicked the man's legs out and rabbit punched him in the neck incapacitating him.
The knife wielder was back with a second blade and he handled both with a viciousness.
Ianto kicked up the pipe with the toe of his boot and swung it, catching both blades. Sparks flew as the man swung for Ianto again, the pipe swung wider this time and caught the man's forearms. Ianto could see him scream as he dropped the blades with pain.
A man stepped forward with a gun raised but an arrow hit the gun from his hand.
"I think that's enough!" Oliver roared in his deep Arrow voice.
Malcolm Just primed his bow and aimed at the one closest to his lover with a snarl.
As the men kneeled in surrender Ianto smiled lovingly at Malcolm as though he had done all the work and Malcolm growled again, deep in his chest. MINE!