[h2]Julius Aldo, The Space Bar[/h2]
As soon as Mr. Takahara came in, Julius knew things were about to go south. Sure enough, the situation escalated and now Julius was facing down a shoota.

Julius dove across the bar counter, narrowly ducking under, over, and around Arragoz's hideously-inaccurate volley. Relying on an all-too-flimsy barrier of fine mahogany and wood varnish to protect himself, Julius had to act quickly and rely on the fact that Arragoz would most likely be aiming at Takahara over him.

[i]For Grodd's sake, Takahara,[/i] Julius thought to himself, as he drew a combat knife and his personal sidearm, [i]what's with this "honorable" bullshit? He's an Ork! Letting him know that you're going to attack him is the worst possible action you could take with one! Now I have to pull your ass out of the fire![/i]

Realizing that having to help Takahara out while fighting an angry Ork in hand-to-hand combat [i]still[/i] wouldn't compare to when they had to bring Ingvar Bubonicus into the platoon, Julius sprang into action. He sprinted to the other end of the bar, and vaulted over the counter, placing him some distance behind Arragoz.

"Hey, greenskin! I'm offering a today-only discount on assassinations! Have a free sample!"
Julius cocked the hammer on his custom-built .90-caliber armor-piercing handcannon, and fired a pair of shots directly at Arragoz's back. The bullets, powerful as they were, would most likely not kill Arragoz. However, they were loud, painful, and hot enough to catch his attention. With any luck, Arragoz would have to split himself between stomping Takahara and shooting Julius.