John watched as the too men boiled with anger. The smaller man slammed his mug down on the table and stood up. And got into Thomas' face. "[color=ed1c24]Why don't you fellows just kiss and make up already[/color]" John yelled comically. The little man swung a hard left at Thomas. In a silly fashion almost because the man was a lot shorter than him. The larger man charged John tackling him in the bar counter as a few glasses fell off and shattered to pieces on the ground. "[color=0072bc]Oy! NOT IN MY BAR[/color]" the bar-maiden yelled, everyone in the heat of the moment drowned her out. "[color=ed1c24]I wasn't the one who threw the mug you oaf[/color]" He cupped his right fist in his left hand and swung hard onto the mans left cheekbone. The blow knocked the man to the side. He stood up and spit and threw a hard right that landed on Johns left eye, drawing blood.