βOh no, you donβt need to shoot me with one of those,β said Javaris, turning around slowly like a gunslinger in the Old West. βIβve got one right here.β
He pulled out his own gun, already loaded, cocked it, and pointed it at Gilbert.
Other players who had been casually arriving, laughing and joking with each other, came to a sudden halt, their eyes bugging out. It took them only a few seconds to realize this was for real, a shootaround of a whole different nature. They all looked at each other and then they ran, the last man out locking the door behind him.
Knowing what we now know about Crittenton, I think Butler saved Arenas's life that day.