Gilbert spotted a scrap bit of metal, and went over and picked it up. He played with it for a few seconds, before walking back over to the guys. They both looked at him with fear in their eyes as he raised his weapon above his head, ready to attack them. "We're about as human as you" he whispered before bringing the weapon down the men. They flinched, the guy with his hands free covered his face while the other could only watch. They where about to be hit when Gilbert was knocked over by a drunk man. He was yelling some unintelligible words at another drunk, who went to throw another punch. Gilbert was so involved in the fight he hadn't noticed that a bar fight has broke out onto the streets. The innocent and cowardly people ran like cockroaches, leaving the area, while the fighters strapped it out. Gilbert got up and went to go get the girls out of the fight before the law enforcers came around, but a stray punch whacked him in the head, and he fell over out cold.