A chair leaves the ground before anyone speaks. It spins once through the air—legs first—and crashes toward Pierre.
Pierre notices and doesn't retreat, he turns into the chair as he begins to advance. The chair slams into him and splinters across his back and shoulder with a crack that echoes through the room, his advance is stopped for a moment due to the chair then he shifts, his boots grinding on the floor as adjusts his stance.
As this is happening four of them are already charging at him, like they agreed on it without even speaking.
Pierre exhales through his nose and quickly tosses his hat onto a table.
"Let's get this over with," he mutters.
The first one reaches him with a wild swing aimed for his jaw.
Pierre doesn't dodge and the hit snaps his head slightly to the side, skin splitting at the lip, but his body doesn't move with it. His hand is already moving as the punch lands.
He steps in and his fist drives forward and buries itself into the man's stomach before he can even prepare for it. There's a wet, hollow sound as the air leaves him all at once. Pierre follows it with a second hit; he punches the man in the back of the head as he heaves for air which cause the man to slam face first into the ground limp and unconscious.
Pierre looks at him for a moment before he grabs him by the collar and throws him sideways into the next one.
They collide hard, limbs tangling as they fall onto the ground, the conscious man cursing and struggling to move the unconscious one.
The other two don't slow upon seeing this, they are already swinging.
One comes low, aiming for Pierre's ribs, the other swings high, aiming for the side of Pierre's jaw.
The first punch lands clean, it drives into Pierre's side with causing him to shift back slightly as his breath hitches, he quickly recomposes himself and takes in a deep breath as he tilts his head to dodge the second hit.
The second blow grazes Pierre's chin and the man prepares for another blow but Pierre's hand snaps and catches the man's wrist before he can even wind up. His fingers clamp down hard as he jerks him forward and slams his fist into his face.
The man stumbles back and goes to clutch his face before he is yanked to the side and slammed into the table they had taken, causing it shatter and knock him out of commission.
The one at his side pauses in fear and backs away slightly as Pierre glares down at him which causes him to grit his teeth and hit him in the same spot as he did before, hitting harder than before.
Pierre grunts and turns as his fist comes down in a short brutal arc, catching the man on the temple and sending him into the ground and out of commission.
Afterwards Pierre grabs his hat, puts it on and adjusts the brim as he looks across the room to gauge if Johann needs help.
Johann doesn't move until they're already on him.
Three of them moving in his direction.
The one Pierre dropped first staggers into position beside two others, blood still running from his nose as he lifts his hands again.
Johann sighs and pulls the hammer off his belt, he had planned to respect the fist fight, but he is outnumbered even more now, and he doesn't want to risk it.
"I apologize in advance."
They don't answer and continue to rush him.
The first comes straight on, swinging wide.
Johann shifts half a step to the side and lets the punch pass him entirely, his hand comes up and pushes the man's shoulder with just enough force to knock him off balance.
The man stumbles past him and almost falls to the ground before he is tugged by the back of his collar and slammed face-first into the edge of a table by Johann.
Wood cracks and the man slumps as Johann lets him fall as he focuses on the other.
The second is already in front of him, he is faster and more controlled. His fist drives forward towards Johann's face and the hit lands with a clean crack, causing Johann's head to snap back.
The impact was solid enough to leave a mark, skin already darkening beneath his eye as Johann shakes his head to regain his muddled vision.
Johann touches the bruise with his thumb and grips his hammer.
"…alright."
He steps forward and closes the distance before the man can reset.
His hammer comes up in a violent arc, knocking back the man's head with a thump before he catches him and drives his knee into the man's face before he can react or think.
The body drops instantly and Johann rolls him over to make sure he is still breathing.
The third man hesitates upon seeing the brutality.
Johann confirms the man on the ground is still living before his attention returns to the third one, he looks at him with a glare that settles into someone's bones.
"Leave."
The man backs away before he bolts towards Johann while swinging.
Johann catches the arm mid-motion, twists it sharply, and forces him down to his knees in one clean movement. The man shouts, pain cutting through the noise of the room as Johann holds him there.
For a second, Johann considers.
Then he lets go.
The man collapses forward, clutching his arm.
The room begins to breathe again; no one moves to help those on the ground.
Skip doesn't look up from behind the bar and chuckles.
Richard stands with his arms crossed, having watches both fights.
Augustus leans slightly against the wall, one hand resting near his coat, eyes still tracking the room.
Quinn… just watches.
They didn't need any help at all.
Pierre rolls his shoulder once, testing it, then rubs his bloodied lip.
Johann rubs beneath his eye and exhales.
"Annoying," he mutters.
Pierre glances over and points at the one Johann had hit with the hammer.
"Is he alive?"
Johann looks at him and shrugs.
"Should be."
Pierre looks down at the ones still trying to breathe on the floor while he rubs the back of his head.
"Welp, sucks for them I guess"
Augustus and Richard snicker as they get ready to start moving the bodies out of the bar.
Quinn attempts to help but Skip makes him sit at the bar and gives him a drink.