Damon leaps to the ground discerning a bullet may be coming towards his way. He watches with keen interest as the bullet hits against the wall. Very quickly, he scrambles beneath a wooden table and gets some despite.

“ Bastard. You are next to die.” He slams out, roaring like a wild beast as he jacks a wooden table and throws it towards the direction of the shooter. In a matter of split seconds, he hears a cry of pain knowing his bolt hasn’t hit far from the target. Boldly and with confidence of risking it all, he steps out and confidently begin to walk to the bartender who is...