The man was peering back, a gun jutting menacingly from his hand.
An ugly-looking gun jutted from his hand.
A gun jutted from Vallon's fist.
Twin guns jutted from his black-gloved hands.
A long-barreled two-inch gun jutted from the turret, a machine gun beside it.
A gun had jutted into his back.
A gun jutted in his taut hand.
Her gun jutted, ready to spit flame.
A gun jutted from one hand, a flashlight from the other.
Like a blue rock, the cop's gun jutted stiffly.
