The metallic smell of blood filled the air. It was like the switch that turned everyone on. Suddenly, chairs scraped back, tables flew and drinks crashed to the ground. The barkeeper grumbled as he moved out of the way of Brian's flight to the floor. Watching the others advance to him as the beta climbed up onto the ball, the bar keep sighed and moved to push the beta away while kicking Brian's side. "While I don't mind if they ruff ya up. Do it outside. There's a door in ta back."<br/><br/>That was the only reason Brian was getting any help. The barkeeper didn't want more of a mess to clean up. As it was, he was going to collar a few of these young pups and make them do all the work. Especially since it was there fault to begin with.<br/><br/>The beta felt pain flare up throughout his hand. Apparently Brian's nose wasn't the only thing that was broken. A few of the bones in his hand had snapped too. Guess that is what he got for punching someone so close and the wrong way. Shaking off the pain, he let out a yelp of surprise when he was pushed off the bar by the tender. "You know the rules! No standing on the bar!" Grumbling about the old coot, he quickly raced through the rushing pack to be the first one to pounce on Brian.<br/><br/>If Brian was still there of course.