Multiple mercs looked at Kitt with disdain and approached him. "Hey, looks like pretty boy's got a little trinket. Let me have a look!" He reached his hand to Kitt's pendant with greedy eyes. Luckily, Howl had glanced over to Kitt to make sure was alright, seeing how they were about to take something of great importance from Kitt, he ran over to the merc. Taking out his pistol, he put it to the head of the man. "Don't even think about it, or you won't have what little amount of brain you hold in your head!" The man backed off, and Howl stepped in front of him. "If I EVER see you do that to him again, you'll be left in the wastelands with a bullet in both you knee caps. That goes for all your little friends, you got that?! Now you and your bloody pricks sit down and shut up!" Turning to Kitt, Howls extremely angry face turned to one of kindness. "Forgive me for displaying such anger, but these men need to be set straight at moments." Sitting down, he whipped sweat from his forehead. "You must understand that I can be very brutal and unforgiving if the situation calls for it."