Shamus turned at the sound of noises coming from his original resting place at the pub, and began walking back towards it. He honestly didn't want to kill anybody at the moment, but that was his pub, and something like that just couldn't go by unnoticed.<br/><br/>Nikolai fired a single shot at the hunter before the tongue began constricting him, and swiftly grabbed for his machete, before his arms were pinned. Though he couldn't move his arms, his legs pushed away from the Smoker's position, resisting it's pull with all his strength. "Well, it seems we're at a stand off assholes, just remember to strike fast, or I'll lop your fucking head off." He said angrily, as he struggled against the tongue, attempting to manuever the machete. "Cause if you don't, I'll make sure I'm the last thing you'll ever see."