Malachi wasted no time when the group was ambushed and quickly fired upon the guards... or rather, would've liked to. After three quick pops, the gun jammed. "Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me!" he shouted to himself and ducked behind an alcove to try and fix the damn thing. After fiddling with it for a bit he finally go the damaged shell out when he heard a voice "Freeze!". Looking up from his crouched position, Malachi locked eyes with a guard. "Put it down and stand up slowly!" he demanded, but Mal just cocked an eyebrow, looking at the gun barrel in his face. Then he looked down at the shitty one in his hands. Then back up. Then back down. Then back up... and smiled. Not wasting a chance he grabbed the guards gun and yanked him down, catching his neck, and snapping it in one swift motion. Picking up the fallen rifle, Mal turned back to the battle, muttering a quick "Thanks" under his breath. Now he shot at a few guards, distracting them long enough for the swordsmen to eviscerate the poor saps. Hearing his name, he quickly turned towards Tyme... who had made the biggest mistake a swordsman could make. Sighing, Mal shot the guard about to end him twice in the face, once in each eye, dropping the last of the irritations, before walking over to Tyme's blade and yanking it out of the wall and guard. Tossing it back to him, he gave him a small tidbit he learned from Leo "Don't ever throw your sword, unless you have another. What if you miss? What if there are others, like in this case. Next time, I might not be there. Food for thought" he smiled and took up his post again as the group reformed.