<div align="center"><strong>~&lt;=&gt;~ Kiran Reed (yes, ladies, he's single) <del>   </del> Oxhorn Saloon <del>   </del> Might have gotten himself into an old fashioned brawl <del>   </del> dressed (http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg) sharply (http://www.dabblestone.com/bio_files/Sam%20Worthington%20poster.jpg), as always ~&lt;=&gt;~</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"Who knows? I'm just tossin' whatever I can at 'em. Nothin' scares a greenhorn soldier more then the prospect of havin' their bosses breathin' down their necks,"</strong>Kiran whispered back, shrugging his broad shoulders lightly. Mimicking Griff's movements, he slowly headed towards the entrance to collect his weapon of choice. The manhandling of the young blond local girl sat as well with the mechanic as it would any other honest to god man, which is not very well. Hurting an innocent was going to far, especially if they were women or children. These muscleheads had no decency.<br/><br/>As the drak skinned man lined up his pistols at Grant and the three remaining Alliance soldiers, Kiran aimed his Avenger at the lackey boy, Jackson, who was holding the blond girl Annie captive, slowly pulling back the hammer on his weapon until it made a clicking sound. His blue eyes narrowed threateningly at his target, little compassion obviously glinting within them.<br/><br/><strong>"Better do as the man says, Fang Pi,"</strong>he said to Jackson with a hiss.<strong>"Would be waist to splatter whatever is inside that dimwitted skull of yours across this fine establishment, now wouldn't it?"</strong>