Butler- Disarming Holly

  Something was waiting beside the tree. Something roughly the size of a mountain, but considerably more mobile.

  'Nice pea-shooter,' grinned the figure, smothering Holly's gun hand in a turnip-sized fist.

  Holly managed to extricate her fingers a nanosecond before they snapped like brittle spaghetti.

-Artemis Fowl, Chapter 4