Ah yes, those poor delicate ladies who don't look like they could kick me through the wall if I was actually being a bother. Jim rose to his impressive full height and loomed at Paul Bunyan, supplementing it with some of his special trick. " Only bothering I see here is you bothering me. Maybe you should do the courteous thing and let me drink in peace."
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The man stumbled backwards, a look of haunted fear in his eyes. In his mind a coin was flipped and landed firmly on 'fight' instead of fight.
Which is why he pulled his gun out and pointed it at Jim. "Fucking paley tried to sex me!" he snarled. The two other Flanell shirts with him also tensed, one of them waving over their friends from the table.
"You can reply to this Message!""What the fuck?" said Jim, too flabbergasted for the moment to register the danger he was in. Accusation of unwanted sexual advances was not a typical response to his little trick. "What the actual fuck? Is everyone else seeing this?"
Realizing that Tall Paul might actually shoot him, and deciding that the postmortem satisfaction of him going to jail for a very long time would not be worth the cost, Jim jerked his head out of the line of fire and tried to slap the gun out of Bunyan's grasp with his non-drinking hand. At least he could assume someone who relied on guns was probably slower than him.
The guy Alecta had grabbed groaned and tried to fight her grip, accompanied by some unflattering synonyms for females. When her strength kept him gripped, he too tried to pull out a gun.
Jim's opponent meanwhile lost his weapon to the slap, but since apparently safety's are for wimps, it goes off the moment it hits the ground, the bullet ricocheting off into the room.
"You can reply to this Message!"Jim grabbed Paul Bunyan's collar in one hand to lift him off his feet. "You. Are. The. Dumbest. Fuck. If you want to stop acting like you fell out of the stupid tree and hit your head on every branch, the first step is to tell your buddies to stay cool. The second step is to take them and get the hell out of this bar. The third step is to learn something about gun safety so you don't shoot someone's face off. Do you follow, or should I speak slower?"
Maura frowns when the gun goes off and finished off her snifter of whisky. Before dropping her duffle bag, standing up to her full height and turning around to face the Flanneled Hooligans.
"Now, me jurisdiction maybe across the pond, and I've heard some odd tales about American gun rights, but I'm pretty sure brandishing firearms in a bar is still quite illegal. So, I suggest you holster those peashooters and leave, before a real problem happens."
Click Click Boom Boom"Attacked really? Is that why all of you are unharmed? And why he told you to leave him alone? Now laddies, I came here to get a drink in peace, and you be disrupting the peace. So, I reiterate go now, or you'll see what happens when you disrupt a Scotswoman's peace."
Maura grins broadly, baring all of her teeth at the man.
Click Click Boom Boom"Laddie, if a vamp tried bewitching me, I'd snap em in half, or turn them into a pretzel depending on me mood at the time."
Maura laid a single hand on the man's shoulder and started pressing down to bring him to his knees, still grinning.
Click Click Boom BoomThe answer to Alecta's boast was pretty straight-forward. Three more of the guys stepped forward, nasty knifes in hand.
The rest simply pulled out cut-off shotguns and handguns and aimed them, but instead of simply opening fire they seemed to be...trained. Coordinated. This was a team-effort.
At the same time, the guy Alecta was holding was dropping himself, simply letting himself fall to the ground, while the third person in close range tried to knife the arm with which Jim held his buddy.
"You can reply to this Message!"Jim's spot in the corner didn't leave a whole lot of room to maneuver, especially with all these people in it already, but he was able to jerk his arm mostly out of the way. It still left him with a painful cut and a worsening temper.
"ALL I WANTED WAS A DRINK OUT OF THE RAIN!" he roared, launching Paul Bunyan at the gunmen and grabbing for Knife Guy (not his most inspired internal nickname, he'd admit) to turn him into his new human shield.
"Bloody hell, me friends were right, the colonies are fookin' insane."
Maura tightened her grip on the Flannel's apparent leader's shoulder as she reversed the direction she was moving him in. Instead yanking him back to his feet so that she could briefly get a better grip on him with both hands, and flinging the man at one of the guys holding the shotguns.
The over six foot tall woman, charged after her impromptu human projectile, to grab one of the men with the shotguns who hadn't had one of his fellows flung at him. Her hand went to clamp around the wrist holding the shotgun and squeezed to convince the man to drop the weapon.
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Click Click Boom BoomAlecta didn't waste much time. As soon as Flannel Guy dropped to the ground she lifted her foot to stomp his face into the floor.
Well, they started it, she argued with herself as she drew her spear back like a javelin. As she made a hurling motion with the weapon, a bolt of lightning flared alive, letting out a booming noise and launching itself towards the nearest flannel-dressed man, making the ozone smell in the room even more pronounced.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.The lightning bolted flannel man fell to the ground in a twitching heap of limbs. However, the one that got stomped into the floor was surprisingly resilient and lashed out with the butt of his pistol towards Alecta's shin, before actually pointing the firearm up at the demigod and firing wildly.
Jim's impromptu human flail wasn't in much of a position to prevent being used as a flail, but the rest of his buddies backed off pretty quickly with a few of them drawing a careful bead on the vampire using their friend as a blundgeon. One of the more accurate handgun wielders would attempt to plant a bullet right into Big Jim's shins.
Of the three flannels with shotguns two of them fell to the ground under the stunned bodies of their fellows while the third one currently had an angry Scotswoman crushing his wrist. Using his freehand the man drew a knife and sliced it across Maura's throat. The blade scraped against her hardened flesh but didn't do much more then leave a scratch. Maura responded by slamming her forehead into the man and dropping him like a sack of rocks.
However, one of the downed shotgun wielders had managed to extricate himself from the pile of limbs and fired off a blast of cold iron pellet from his shotgun towards Maura. The shot blasted the cloth covering her thigh off and marred and pitted the far more durable flesh underneath. Blood seeped from the roadrash like wound, and the Scot winced in pain, before kicking the shotgun out of the man's grasp before he could pump and get a second shot off. Seeing, the remaining shotgun wielder taking aim, Maura lept over a nearby table flipping it behind her to use as an impromptu shield. It wouldn't actually stop incoming buckshot but it would slow it enough that her own durability would take over from that point.
Click Click Boom BoomBehind Maura, one of the patrons yelped in pain as a ricochet hit her in the thigh, the cold iron pellet obviously finding the only winter changeling in the entire room. Tough odds, right?
Suddenly another gunshot was heard. Apparently Morgan had decided that if someone started shooting she was going to be involved, had pulled out her Beretta and had shot the guy aiming for the whampire with a John Reese Special, shattering his kneecap. Afterwards she ducked back behind her table, possibly waiting for another target.
"You can reply to this Message!"

"So anyway, what's everyone's deal." She glanced around the room. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm just saying ordinary folks don't usually come to these kinds of bars."
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.