[h2] "Captain" James Castleton [/h2] 

The brawl continued as James leveled himself up. The chaos escalating as furniture was broken into clubs and bottles thrown with more intensity. His compatriots of necessity and ill-timing giving good accountings of themselves judging by the bodies and debris thrown up around their fights.

The "Captain" hauled himself onto the bar and chose his next way forward. A large Dhasath man advanced on one of his fellow ex-prisoners. James leapt into action. 

Literally. 

His leap taking him from1 the bar to a suspiciously low hanging industrial chandelier. In his mind the motion would have swung him forward to the point of release to allow him to launch at the large muscled being. Physics and gravity adding onto the force. 

Instead; all James heard was the [i]snap[/i] of a cable breaking and the sensation of falling. As he and the light fixture made a slight parabolic arc that bowled over four beings in a jumble of limbs that crashed into a long table. The table's contents of steaming hot chili and pitchers of alcohol having miraculously survived the fight to that point. The collections of beverages and food splattering James and the four beings as they lay groaning amongst the wreckage of the chandelier and the table.