During this time that the Real Man(TM) is babbling away, at this point the blonde member of the trio of women does step in closer as the brunette of the three women just stands there, looks at the Real Man(TM) .
---"'An maybe some Real Man(TM) like, say,"---
The brunette is now holding a snubnose magnum revolver, pointing it at the clear threat being offered by the Real Man(TM).
The blonde now has her personal pointed razor out and is pointing at an eye of the Real Man(TM) at a very close distance as the other blonde of the three women also has Her personal semi-auto pointed at the Real Man(TM) from easily five feet away. The second blonde clicks the safety off for emphasis.
The nearby blonde, the one with the knife, does a fast frisk of the Real Man(TM) and drops a pistol and a couple of ammo magazines on the ground.
The S.I.P., the boyfriend of the three women, the one that the Real Man(TM) had been talking about, finally announces;
"Oh . . "
"I'm supposed to be protective . . . . "
"Ok . . ."
At that point he finally pulls out his own large calibre semi-auto, pops the magazine out, pulls the slide and catches the bullet, and drops all that ammo into a coat pocket. Showing the blondes the gut end of the pistol, they both peer into the chamber and then announce "Clear." He then holds up his empty hand, which is "obviously" holding a pistol magazine, which he inserts into the pistol, after which he lets the slide click forward. Leaving the hammer pulled back, he then places the muzzle of the "loaded" pistol directly between the eyes of the The Real M---Yeah, ok, the undeniable mere noisy and childish git---and asks;
"So . . . Um . . . What were you saying about women not only being unable to protect themselves but not being allowed to?"