The leopard clad man being pulled from him seemed like a welcomed reprieve at first.  Immediately after Oz began to run his mouth, "Lucky m--" and stopped abruptly when the figure that grabbed his assailant came into sight.  He lingered for a moment catching his breath and watching in horror as one of his enemies devoured another before realizing the situation he was in.  If he wanted to get out of this alive, he'd have to move.<br/><br/>Deftly pulling himself back to his feet, Oz made his way to the bar and jumped over the counter, knocking over a few dormant drinks on the way.  He hadn't noticed the tankards clang against the surface, but he felt the liquid oozing down over the counter and splattering on him and the ground by.  Kneeling behind the counter, he peeked his head up to catch a glimpse of the action and a sniff of the liquid.<br/><br/>It seemed flammable enough, but he wasn't sure if lighting a widespread fire was a good idea in these close quarters.  He looked back to the area around the bar, searching for anything of use.  Most of the alcohol he managed to find wasn't anything that would naturally burn, Ale was just too heavy in water content to really light up like he needed.  But he did happen across a few glass bottles of whiskey.<br/><br/>Oz reached down and grabbed the bottom of his cloak, and began tearing off small pieces of it and laying them on the floor.  He had experience in making cocktails from a brief stent as a bartender, but not ones of this variety.  He opened one of the bottles of whiskey after another, dousing the newly torn brown strips lightly in the liquid. The intensifying of the sound on the other side of the counter briefly interrupted his work, as he found then popped back up to eye level with the counter to take another glance and snag a candle.<br/><br/>The flame dancing on the waxen tip seemed crimson in the glow of the magic from out in the room.  Watching those blessed by deities at work sent a bit of doubt straight to his stomach, he had no idea if this would work or not, but it was all he could manage to do.  Unlike the Paladin and the Goddess' Servant, Oz possessed no magic or divine protection; all he ever had going for him was wits and luck.<br/><br/>"Time to see if that's enough."  He whispered out loud to himself before draping the scraps now inserted into the bottles across the candle's flame and tossing them to the other side of the counter with some aim and a little careless abandon.