The patrons are rapidly scooting away from the escalating scene of violence, keeping their booze in hand. Chairs scrape the unkempt floor in their haste to move.

Logan never uses his claws in public. While mutants are accepted here, it's an advantage he'd rather not let his opponents in on. The knife to the stomach is met with a growled and bloody, "So are you!" before he pulls back to sit on the floor, a hand covering his torn clothing and the scarlet blossom that now spreads across it. He scowls, pausing the assault for now. This is turning out to be one hell of a day.