Pullio narrows his eyes, spits out ink, and leaps to his feet. HE roars in a fury that can only come from an injured, embarrassed berserker and thinks about unsheathing his blade, but, due to his instruction not to kill them, he does not. The berserker takes off after the gang, eyes red with madness, face twisted with a grin that only psychopaths can share. (looks like !psychotic ) The ink covered madman reaches the biker bar, kicks in the door, and searches the room with his eyes, breathing heavily. It doesn't take long, even for the idiot that he is, for Pullio to lay his eyes on the group and he stalks towards them, throwing a table, a few people, and a chair out of his way when they couldn't move fast enough. He stares at the Dayman, the one whom he assumes is the cause of this trouble, and snarls, the angry growl resonating from deep within his chest.<br/><br/>PEople scatter from around his, fleeing from the sight of the monstrous madmen who can throw people with one hand as if they were chased<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">by a bear</span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">by a ferocious bloodthirsty rabbit</span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">a fire demon from the thirteenth dimension of hell</span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">by their evil in-laws</span>by a mad man with a two-handed sword. The bar quickly empties, leaving only the group and the psychopath.  !psychotic