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.