Akseli has taken down four other men by the time he's blindsided by two of the largest. They separate him from the bulk of the group and toss him onto a table off to the side. He winces and looks up from his position sprawled across the table to see a man smoking casually in the seat. He raises an eyebrow at the man. 

"'Sup?" Was all he got out before his collar was grabbed and he was yanked right into the awaiting fist of the second man. Without even thinking, he throws a punch full force the the first guy's face and wraps the rope around the throat of the other man, puhing him face down onto the table Akseli previously occupied and tightening  the rope like a noose, enjoying the swelling red that blooms in the mans face as he desperately wonts for air he'll never again reciev-

"[i][b]AKSELI GRAYSON AERSTEIN.[/b][/i]" The booming voice carried over any sound of fighting that may have attempted to block it out, and Akseli dropped the rope in shock, eyes wide as the man before him took a gasping breath before passing out. The only thing he saw upon turning his head in the direction of the bar was Aharon's horrifie- no, terrified- face.

"Ahem." He coughed, putting his hands behind his back like an embarrassed child. "Yes, Aharon?"