Joshua ducked to avoid an incoming chair, thrown from a plump gentleman across the bar. He side-stepped a wild left hook to throw a right of his own which popped the button on his attacker’s nose; with a moment to spare, he grabbed the back of Brody’s shirt and told him they had to get out of there. A war had errupted within the bar, not a man in sight not fighting it out with their neighbor in drunkenness
Brody wanted none of it, pushing and fighting and punching anyone who got close. Joshua even had to let go of Brody’s shirt to fend off a wouldbe attacker. He glanced behind him towards the door, pulling the pair closer to it, ten feet away. Joshua could smell the fresh air of safety when a pair of hands ripped him away from Brody, moments later he was rolling over the floor.