The girl's retort struck Randall like a slap to the face, and he was about to reach for her once more but she had already begun to retreat from him. If it wasn't for the brutish individual halting her progress he was certain he would have had to chase her all the way to the parking lot. The chase however was quickly put on hold as the beast snarled her family name with a murderous gleam in his yellowed eyes. The grizzled hunter began to rise from his own stool when Leah shocked him with a fine display of acrobatics as she vaulted over the bar, causing the bartender to cry out in protest.<br/><br/>A nice peaceful evening she had said...the thought of such a thing in their line of work was enough to make him want to laugh. How naive could the girl be? Did she really think that hunters had the luxury of taking a night off? It just showed him how little she actually knew about their lifestyle if she believed such a thing was even possible. He supposed it was his job to educate her otherwise then. "Hey mutt," he called out to the predatory creature that had its sights set on Leah, "that's my niece you're fucking with!" Reaching back to the rear of his jeans Randall produced a silvered blade about six inches in length from a hidden sheath as he spun around behind the beast and slammed him into the bar with a well placed boot to the small of its back.<br/><br/>In the next instant the blade was flying through the air, eventually stopping between the shoulder blades of the werewolf who howled in agony and clawed at the bar. The creature's nails dug into the wood, leaving deep gouges in it as he slid to the floor in a heap. Randall had not taken even a moment to savor the small victory as he crouched down and quickly recovered a small caliber revolver from his ankle holster.<br/><br/>The music had come to an abrupt halt at the sudden outburst of violence, leaving the interior of the establishment deathly quiet as a few people started to rise from their seats. Leveling the weapon at those who thought themselves brave enough, his demeanor had changed to something cold and hard. His eyes seemed to darken and held the look of a man that just wished someone would make a move against him. Apparently the patrons recognized the change in him as well, and while some of them pointed in his direction muttering threats and promising vengeance none moved from where they were. No one ever wanted to go first after all...<br/><br/>"I suggest you climb your ass back over that bar if you want to get out of here alive." In truth it was stated as a command for the huntress more than a suggestion, but at that moment he could give a shit less whether he was being the least bit proper when speaking to her. "And don't forget my knife, I paid good money for that piece..."