Big Knife moved as soon as the fight is joined properly. He can see Billy clock the man with a good crack-crack of his fists. Big Knife pushes forward, for a squat, heavy looking native man, he moves freakishly fast. It's mere luck that that heavy bottle misses his face by inches, and instead slams into his right shoulder. And only by sheer luck that Mistihkoman holds onto the big knife held in that hand as his arm goes numb. He hits the ground in a skip step, and for a moment Logan is free of the native scouts attention. Mistihkoman rounds on the man who hit him. The attack doesn't come from the knife though as one would expect. Held low and in his left hand, the tomahawk comes whistling up, the hammer end of it catching the man with the bottle in the chin! It's a mighty crack as teeth fly and a jaw breaks. Mistihkoman then dips low, and listens as the heavy set man screams as Big knife cuts into the back of his knees, blood jets briefly as ligaments are cut. The man dropping and howling in pain.

Mistihkoman turns again scanning the crowd. Logan backing away. The squat scout looking between the others. Mary had retreated, the fellow from just a moment ago going to clock someone with a pool cue, they were out of the way. He looks to Taylor not sure if he needs help, then spots Billy. He has another man moving to get at him, but then the dark skinned soldier ought to be able to take care of himself. All of this is done in a short few moments. Until he rounds back on Logan, and starts to stalk towards him, his voice is low and level, his stance is bent and ready, he growls out, "Did you think before insulting a man? Send more! You've become my prey [i]moniyew[/i], and I seldom let my prey escape. You should have seen the cougar I hunted on the way down here. She tried to escape me too. I ran her down. Day after day. You can run now here, but I swear I will find you, and when I do, I will take my pound of flesh for the insult you have doled out today!"