As soon as the rounds started flying Simion was moving. Without hesitation he hurled himself over the bar, putting its bulk between him and the rest of the Saloon - a reflex more than a decision he had made. As soon as the gunfire stopped he jumped to his feat and pulled his own weapon from his holster, a rather old revolver with only the six chambered rounds that were already loaded. He pointed it first at Archie and then at Rat before moving his aim back to Archie as the intimidating skull man did the same. 

'What the hell was happening?' he wondered as tension filled the air, his eyes darting back and forth between the three men as he moved his aim again to Rat. After all there was something familiar about the man, and there surely had to be a reason for this seemingly wealthy man to open fire in such a haphazard manner. 

"What the [i]fuck [/i]is happening?" shouted Simion, done with speculating.