Unsurprisingly, considering where they were, everything was hurtling at breakneck pace towards a full blown brawl. In the middle of his tavern! Words having failed, the Pandaren did what was only natural and took in a great volume of air. However, before he could do anything further Xiomara thought it would be smart to throw the girl straight at him. He snarled, his pointed canines showing, as his hapless waitress got twisted and tangled up in the projectile flying toward him. Suddenly both hands lifted with surprising grace and dexterity, catching each woman respectively by their collars and twisting, allowing their weight to fall slowly onto the bar in front of him, where he brushed them to the side leaving them sitting around unharmed. The entire movement was incredibly quick, almost as if he had practiced the martial art of safely catching and dropping flying women. With that done, he turned back to the fighters in front of him in irritation, his lungs full. With a great slam he dropped both hands onto the wood of the bar in front of him, and opened his mouth, unleashing a deafening roar projected out in front of him. 

“You will not fight in this tavern, leave, now.”