The ricochet of the bullet didn't even phase him, allowing him to easily tilt his head away from her way off attempt at pistol-whipping him. With her staggering away from him, it was easy to grab her wrist and disarm her, all too much reminding him of doing so to their daughter not long back. These ladies were awfully predictable sometimes.

Tossing away her weapon, John used his grip on her arm to shove her back against the nearby wall, her back hitting the paneling and causing it to shudder. "Now now, Helen, we can't have you waving around such a dangerous toy."

He practically loomed over her, careful not to let her strike at him unexpectedly.