<span style="font-style: italic">Guns. How I hate them</span>. He grumbled to himself as he made the stray bullet disappear before it could kill the poor bartender. Watching the fight he decided to intervene and get them out of the bar, at least that way there would be less damages. Closing his yes for a moment as he called upon his powers, his hands becoming charged, crackling with white hot energy. It bad to pulse, similar to the beating of a heat though as the seconds passed the faster the energy began to pulse.  His eyes snapped open at the peek of the power, burning with the same energy. Just as the vamp eater brought his pistol gripping fist back for another attack it the instant the Sheriff unleashed his power around them.<br/><br/>They were consumed by the white life and would be blinded for a moment before being deposited outside the bar. Well not exactly right outside, the sheriff has a cruel streak so he had them up a bit from the ground before he dropped them. Nothing too high, just about 10 feet or so give or take a foot.<br/><br/>Walking to where they were jumbled on the floor together he kneels down at them, â€œI don't mind yah fightin in my town. As it seems the two of you need to settle some beef between the two of yah. But you are not to be shootin anymore or I will be taking them purty guns you got and addin them to my collection. Understand?â€ giving them his best smile then a wink before he stood and walked a bit away to watch them.<br/><br/>â€œGo on now...continue...â€ he says waving at the pair.<br/><br/>â€œI will get 5 to 1 odds that werewolf winsâ€ he called out to the group that had gathered. There was a roar as bets began to be placed among everyone who was suddenly not very interested in the out come.