Brian watched sadly at his beer disappeared. He was not going to pick a fight over it. He knew better than that. He took things a little more serious when the other man got involved. His voice rang with a little too much authority for his taste. This was not some little punk blowing off steam. The scrape of the chair on the floor did not help. Brian could feel that in his teeth. It did not sit well and he knew he was in for some trouble.<br/><br/>Yeah, the guy approaching him was not someone he wanted to mess with. There was going to be a fight and he knew it. Sure enough, the guy's straight punch to the face hit solidly. Brian felt his nose snap and he sent tumbling backwards over the bar. He laid there for a minute in a shower of broken glass and spilled drinks. He quickly tried to figure out the best was to get through this alive. Well, avoiding the fight was out. Not fighting could make him a human punching bag. Fighting back could save him for awhile, but it may get him more hurt in the long run. This was just not good. He snapped his nose back into place, ignoring the blood. He needed a plan. He couldn't hide here.