The one-eyed thug yelped in abject pain as the tomahawk gave a resounding [i]thump[/i] as it pierced his fleshy back. The man grappling Taylor in place let go for a split second, allowing Taylor to break free and dive for the tomahawk. As he whirled around to prepare to give his attacker a face full of axe, he suddenly noticed him and all of the thugs with him fleeing the bar. A few seconds later, another thug shoves Mistikhoman into him, evidently buying time in making his escape. Then he finally understood why: the pale-faced Boston dandy he was gaming with earlier had somehow managed to knock out Logan with a bottle. Truly, Taylor pondered, the most unassuming of people often end up doing the things most unexpected of them. He attempted to hand the tomahawk back to the Native with the smallest of grins.

"Man, your kind can really fight, can't you? Let's string up this bastard while we're at it."