Most of these involve firearms finesse or intimidation with guns.
Guns or Athletics?
[She] had the reflexes that were depressingly common in all three vampire types, and she darted out of the way of the flames. She leveled both guns at me as she did, blazing away like those Hong Kong action movies.
(Blood Rites 16:119)
Guns{I} drew out a great big Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.
(Death Masks 4:41)
(I'm not quite sure where this fits, if anywhere, but it does involve a gun.)
"If you like, think of the precautions as a compliment."
I folded my arms. "Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head."
(Blood Rites 10:76)
Guns or
Intimidation (I couldn't believe that no one suggested this one already.)
"So I'd use a rifle at a thousand yards. The bullet outruns its own sonic boom, and you'd never even hear the shot. You'd be dead before you realized what happened."
(Blood Rites 10:78)
IntimidationApparently a gun held to the back of my head engenders a sense of fellowship and goodwill in the depths of my soul.
I cooperated.
(Blood Rites 10:74)
Murphy put the mouth of the riot gun against [his] spine and said, "How good is that armor?"
(Blood Rites 31:263)
"If you make any noise or start to get up, I'll probably twitch, and this trigger is pretty sensitive. My gun is pointed at your nose. The ensuing cause-and-effect chain reaction could be inconvenient for you."
(Blood Rites 10:75)
Fists (Ah, philadelphia, maybe this one belongs in Rapport?
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My vision went red with rage and I hit him in the face for the second time in six hours. He fell to the floor, twisted his hips, and swept my legs out from under me. I hit the ground, and [he] piled on to me; going for an armlock. I got a leg underneath me and sank my teeth into his arm as he tried to get it around my neck. I pushed up and slammed him against a wall with my body, and we both staggered apart.
(Blood Rites 21:163)
Edit: 'cause I forgot some.