Koltira grabs the gun with his free hand, fast as a whip crack, and crushes the barrel in his grip.
"Bloody fool," he hisses. "Do you people have no sense of public space when it comes to your weaponry?"
He relaxes his grip on Flynn's throat, just enough for the man to breathe, but Koltira doesn't put him down. Instead, he glances around the crowded bar, particularly at the significant amount of patrons who have stopped their conversations to gawk at this scuffle. The bartender glowers from behind the counter, though there's more fear than anger in her eyes. The sight of it sobers Koltira. A little.
"Let's take this discussion to a more appropriate place," he says. He starts to move, still holding Flynn aloft, heading for the nearest exit. The crowd does not seem interested in stopping him.
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"Bloody fool," he hisses. "Do you people have no sense of public space when it comes to your weaponry?"
He relaxes his grip on Flynn's throat, just enough for the man to breathe, but Koltira doesn't put him down. Instead, he glances around the crowded bar, particularly at the significant amount of patrons who have stopped their conversations to gawk at this scuffle. The bartender glowers from behind the counter, though there's more fear than anger in her eyes. The sight of it sobers Koltira. A little.
"Let's take this discussion to a more appropriate place," he says. He starts to move, still holding Flynn aloft, heading for the nearest exit. The crowd does not seem interested in stopping him.