Bob cursed as he was grabbed, trying to cling in vain to the brute. Thinking fast was pivotal in his line of entertainment, and it hopefully served him well now. *Duck!!* he cried to the performer, flipping in mid flight to aim his shock absorbing boots and gloves at the coming bar. While they should be able to take the impact... the bar was not so fortunate. 

There was a splinter and cracking seconds before the wood buckles and pops out like it was hit by a cannon ball. Wood, glass, liquid splinters everywhere, and drops Bob hard to the ground as everything rains down on top of him. All he could do was lay there and groan for a moment, not entirely sure where he hurt yet, but that did hurt.