Things never stayed simple. People always let greed take over. Unfortunately, Shay appeared to be just as vulnerable as any other gambler. She stayed well past her prime, seeming to ignore the subtle gestures Malberry directed towards her. When things escalated, he was left with no other options.
His gaze breaks from the Commander as he pushes away from his position. The first blow passed silently behind him, the response crashed about the walls of the chamber. So the brawl began in earnest. Others in the bar, adhering to jealousy, rage and general dissent begin to frolic to their cohorts aid. Still Malberry skirts about the edge of the room, drawing close to the barkeeper.
The keeper watched the struggle nervously, anxious dancing between his eyes and the underside of the counter betraying his hesitation. Malberry's hand crashes down on the keeper's shoulder, eliciting a shriek of surprise from the man.
"Don't escalate things."
Without further advisement, a chair soared through the air towards the combatants, yet another eager soul lunging into a foolish fight. Malberry pitied them, they'd bitten off far more than they could hope to chew. Bottles shatter as the chair crashes into the display behind the counter, spattering shards of glass and raining whiskey on the keeper. Then they were on him.
Two of the occupants seemed finally have worked the relationship between man and woman, that the two were a party and what that might entail. Two sets of powerful hands grab his shoulders from either side, slamming him down on the counter and dragging him across ingloriously dumping him on the floor.
The sharp toes of a steel toed boot digs into his side, flaring his existing wounds and inducing vomit. Reflex rolls Malberry to his feet a short distance away, bile still clinging to his lips. With a scowl, he rushes the nearest man crashing him into a table and spitting the remnants in the man's face.
The partner's hands grab for him from behind only to find him waiting. Before either of the attackers understood what happened they found themselves forced into a compromising kiss. Two more break from attacking to woman for more 'even' game drawn by the sounds of conflict.
The four men waste little time in outflanking him, each acting fully independent of the others. Front and left rush him, hoping to pin and wail on him. Front is dropped by a swift sweep aimed for his forward ankle, nearly flipping the man a full 180 degrees. Left then stumbles backwards as a spoon seemingly appears in his left nostril.
Back ceases the chaos and wraps himself about Malberry's arms trapping the limbs from causing further damage. Right tackles the legs forcing him into a seated position. Front and Left slowly recover as Malberry struggles against his captors. A sick smile creeps across Left as he steps before the struggling man. Words slip over his lips, seeming to possess no meaning. Malberry knew exactly what followed so there was no pointing in listening.
A soft chuckle escapes his waning consciousness as the blood finally leaks through the filth coated clothes. The chuckle dies out as his eyes drift closed, his muscles relaxed. He'd give them two free hits. Just two....Then...