Back in the last century, I was working as the night auditor for a motel in West Virginia. The policy of the motel was to shut down all parties as the damages that (usually) occurred were greater than the room's rent. Long about 0230, several complaints were directed to the office about said party, and I moseyed on down to the room to enforce the motel's policy.
When I got there, I was able to determine that there were two too many occupants present, and as they were not paid occupants requested that they leave. The two individuals complied, leaving the rooms in a very loud and obnoxious manner, telling the world about how they were going to 'have my job'. (at this moment, I thought to myself, they could have it).
When we got to the door to exit the building, one fellow stalled from leaving; the other guy went out the door. At this point, I did a foolish thing... I followed the first guy out the door. When I did, the first guy wheeled around and slammed the glass and steel door into my face, breaking my glasses and chipping a front tooth! At nearly the same time, the guy behind me punched me in the back of the head!
Realizing my error (as stars blinded my vision), I grabbed the first guy and slammed him as hard up against the wall as possible, knocking the wind out of him in the process. As he slid down the wall, he grabbed my tie (NOT a clip on!) and pulled me down onto him! The second guy continued to rain punches and kicks to my back. I had to get the first guy to let go of my tie somehow, so, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a silver, double A flashlight and jammed it into the side of the first guy's head. The second guy saw the silver barrel of the flashlight, yelled 'GUN!' and exited the building in a hurry. The first guy pushed me off of him and scrambled out the same door in a rush.
I lay on the floor trying to get my addled wits about me for several moments, as I heard the two leave the parking lot with tires squealling. "Gun?", I thought, "I wish I had had a gun..."

Maybe not, it was a physical altercation but didn't appear life threatening from what I gather. If you had a gun you might now be married to someone in the big house.

You Know, in retrospect, you may be right...

I used to be a pretty physical guy... I played with a group known as the SCA, where we would dress up in 65 lbs of steel armor and run around in the hot sun knocking sn*t out of each other with rattan sticks. Heck, we even shot arrows with padded tips at each other!

These guys weren't really hurting me (beyond the tooth and punch to the back of the head), what with their probable intake of alcohol...

And, a gun, presented into 'this' incident might had turned out poorly for lil ol' me...

Thanks for pointing it out...

eldarbeast (older, and hopefully, wiser...)