There were droves of restless now, to the point of there being a crowd looking like a riot in front of the bar. They didn't wait anymore to attack Shamus and the ones he had shot and knifed were getting back up regenerating their old wounds. They grabbed at his legs and one went even as far as to grab at his face, it's hand barely going going over it. "Yeah...I'm not really the fighting type unless it's in my favor. Be right back." Keleon jumped off the lamp post and onto the bar, where it ran into the door and past. Seeing the guy sitting at the bar he quickly spoke to him. "Yeah you fatty. Do you have a lighter on ya?"