Errant nudges close to Chris, he mutters something under his breath, "I'll watch that guy by the couch. Have fun, don't get too trigger-happy, heard the bar mans got a hot one back there."
Errant grabs his inhaler, taking a strong puff, he takes a seat near the couch, clenching his fists.
"Well, that doesn't sound good," he muttered, tensing up. His hand instinctively flexed towards his sidearm, but he pulled it back to rest at his side.
The pilot that had been watching the quarrel from afar narrowed his eyes, stood up, and jumped across the bar towards the two. He held back his arm, was about to thrust his fist at the tall creature when the other man stopped him in mid air.
"Enough."
The creature still had the man held up in the air.
"Now.. let me down, please. Or things will get very.. eventful.."
Chris snarls and brings his fist around at the man, in his drunken rage he moves in a slugesh maner, letting the cloaked man spin out of Chris' grip, grab a chair and drop Chris in one flued motion, looking like there was no efort involved.
Chris falls to the floor not moving for an hour, the cloaked man back to whatever business he had.
Chris still burning with an internal fire, snarls and grips the woman by the neck, she can see a pent up rage in his eyes slowly crawl back into it's cave, deep inside.