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Confusion and chaos reign in the bar. Men shout in fear and uncertainty as Caber vanishes, pivoting to follow the flash of movement of the darting squirrel. A steel shod boot smashes down missing you by inches but you are able to scamper up the bar to where Barley stands holding his bloody hammer, and the beautiful woman watches proceedings with what is either shock or the most icy detachment you have ever seen. A shotgun barks blasting a fist sized whole in the roof and showering everyone with pulverized plaster dust. Confused or not the hunters are turning to the bar now. Blood has been spilled and you can tell that 'play time' is over. Its only the press of the crowd that is keeping Barely from being gunned down on the spot.