Norva's head barely moved when the punch connected, doing barely any damage to him, but now he had probable cause for defense. Norva barely whispered three words. "Quippon, War Shot." His right hand flashed green for a split second, a jet black revolver appearing in it when the flash died. Norva lifted the gun and pressed the barrel against the man's head, his finger on the trigger. "If you do not wish your family to witness your death, then you will stand down."
The man froze in place, the look on his wife's face suddenly turning horrified. No one moved, even a few people ahead of the exchange were looking back. The man's eyes went wide, a fearful look in them. His fists were no longer clenched, and he took a step back towards his family. "I-I'm... sorry..." he whimpered, backing away along with his family. The revolver flashed green before disappearing from Norva's hand. He began walking through the parting crowd, but turned back to the family.
"Thank you for complying. It was wise of you to halt your aggression, because I was not keen on killing you," Norva said quietly, bowing slightly, then continuing on forward. The crowd went quiet as the tall hit-man walked through the crowd.