So many great replies to my ambiguous? Question, well somewhat so.
My closest almost, so to speak. Returning from a match, in somewhere USA!
I was heading for my Motel, a Holiday Inn, an outdoor multi-level parking garage. Now at the top, outdoor now, no roof. Nice sunny Sunday afternoon.
Backed into a parking spot, not many of them available either.
Retrieved my match revolvers from the trunk. I was carrying a Colt 45 LW Commander, under a loose shirt, aftermarket stainless 8 round magazine plus one in the breech, cocked and locked 9 rounds of 200g hollow points onboard.
As I headed for the staircase to my floor, gun case (aluminium could have been a camera case?) in my left hand. Two young men, who were leaned up, against the two vehicles on each side of the entrance to the stairs, stood up!
Watching me approach, watching my case both of them. Keeping my eyes on them, I bent, and slide the case forward a bit, straightening up, and telling them, in my Liverpool accent (gets worse when I get tense) "You are in my way lads" the only change, I had my commander in a two-handed 45-degree hold! They both took off at speed! To my right, one ran behind the vehicles on that side, one in front. Buddy boy behind the vehicles let out a scream (really) after a loud clunk was heard.
Me being nosy traced his path, he had apparently run into a long tow bar on a Station Wagon backed in against the wall. That must of hurt.
Analyzing that now, if both had produced knives? Double taps times two?
Five rounds left, enough, who knows it never happened. Range 7 yards? I, like all here, have probably fired many rounds at 7 yards?
Bye the way, I am 84 years of age today!! Who would have thought it, many fights in my past, stabbed twice! Bouncer for 5 years in Liverpool Clubs went that way in the early sixties. Still alive and well.