The grin changes to a menacing appearance as the man swings again and follows with an uppercut. No more words as the pool players converge. They root for the Fed, but as their voices rise the rowdy lot turn their attention. Rebels. Unhappy that their own has no back up they enter the fray. A lone chair crashes on the head of one pool player and suddenly the entire bar becomes a massive pit of punches, broken furniture and blood. The man stealthily falls into a rebel and grabs a fed to throw him. The motion clears a way to a back door, obviously a way out of the ever increasing mess. The bartender can be seen calling for security. As his attention is taken the man sneaks out and beckons you to follow.