The men are gathering themselves a bit and Rook considers his options, puts down some markers for where the assholes are and how he can handle this. The gun is too much. He'll kill someone with it. So he passes it back to Ulysse behind him.

"I might break some of your furniture," he says back to the barkeep, tilting his head back a little. "These fucks aren't going to follow me out." Not this time.

They need to pump each other up, though, he can see that. Some nervous looks to the side to each others, some hackling calls that he closes his ears to the moment they start.

The first punch comes from a big guy to his left, probably their front runner. The little hyenas can get involved when this guy is in the mix. Rook's head snaps to the side but he doesn't even take a step back, just takes it in. His lip is split and blood runs down to his chin as he turns his head to look at the man, tongue touching the gash on his lip.

"You okay with that?" he asks Ulysse again, voice still calm. The goons look confused and very ready to start. One of them laughs a dirty laugh and calls, "Hey, asshole, we gonna break you so stop worrying about the stuff."