Everything happened too quickly after Leon was, figuratively, burned by the murderer's quips.  A loud explosion caused by a rather familiar shotgun caused Leon to spin around, eyes locked, and fists balled at the sight of a burly man who roared at everyone to stop being heroes.  "Why do we always get the weird ones?"  the barkeep gritted.  Now, before he could intervene, the muffin witch had burst through the tables, flames engulfing her very physique as more and more of the champions sprang to action.  Honestly, at this rate, the café would be blown to pieces, and Leon without a job to support his tuition.  Oh, this day was getting better and better.  The barkeep reached under the counter, pulling out an old sawed-off which was specifically placed there by the owner for this particular, although not exact, reason.  Then, he stepped away from the counter, standing a few paces from where most of the other customers were sitting.  "Mister, I'd like you to reconsider your choice.  Now, I'm just a normal barkeep, but as you can see, there are more 'heroes' here than you might have calculated.  Your bullets mean shit when all of them gang up on you.  Now, if you don't want my shotgun up in your ass, please leave before you and these idiots destroy my part-time job."

However, two of the champions engaged the man in combat.  A woman tried to grab at the barrel of his shotgun whilst the murderer struck from the flank, heaving the ominous halberd with a serious intent to kill.  Leon turned to his co-worked, shouting for him to get his ass out of the way.  "ALEX!  You don't want to get in the middle of this crap!  Escort the civilians out!"  Leon called as he tossed the lion hat aside, and opened the emergency fire exit behind the counter, and ushered some of the panicking costumers to safety.  As the clash commenced, and after the civilians were gone, Leon ducked behind a few tables as the shards of combat erupted into debris and all.