The two groups of Quinlans that had been waiting turned and made for me, pulling out the usual pigstickers. Before they could get ten feet, one of our two groups of stalkers pulled out trank pistols and started shooting. So much for no guns. The other stalker group immediately made for them, pigstickers in hand. The gun-toting Quinlans appeared to be getting the upper hand when yet another group ran into the plaza and jumped them.