After the other thug had been knocked out by Cale, two more rushed to attack the man using their fists. Cale was tempted to draw his broadsword, but he resisted for a few reasons. For starters, this was a small place, and swinging around a giant weapon was neither convienent nor safe to the others that were in this bar. Second, if he used his weapon there was a good chance that he was going to kill somebody, and even though some of these men might deserve it Cale had no interest on getting on the wrong side of the law. His heritage would work against him in that scenario.

Cale threw a powerful front kick at the first man that came at him and knocked him into the second. The second man pushed his comrade off of him and jumped up to attack Cale again, however he was immediately stopped as he noticed a fireball leveled at his face.

Cale stood with one hand open towards the man, a fireball psynergy attack readied in the palm of his hand. The other man that had been knocked down also hesitated to jump into the fray again when he saw Marta drop a block of ice on one of the other ruffians.

"Y'all...are a bunch of freaks!" One of the men cried. 

"Yes, clearly the right choice of words to use in this kind of situation. Beat it." Cale said. The men grumbled and hobbled around Cale and the others, leaving the bar to lick their wounds. When it was all over Cale withdrew the fireball and looked around the room. They had caused quite the mess, it would probably be best to help clean up some. Apparently another young man had joined the fray at some point, whether or not he was an adept like the other girl was hard to say though. 

Cale moved over to one of the overturned bar tables and picked it up, placing it back on its pedestal. He then looked over to Leyya and gave a nod.
"That's quite the arsenal you have there. So what happened here anyway?" Cale asked her.