In synch with Aramis, his most serious face in place, Porthos leapt and grabbed the other robber lording over the tellers. He took the man by the throat, grabbed his gun, and wrestled the man to the ground with mostly silence--just a little thrashing here and there.

Too much thrashing. Once they were on the ground, that trophy he'd picked up came in useful, and he clocked the fellow with it. Then gave Aramis a, "Well, what was I meant to do?" look and a grin.