He hasn't exactly gone soft in the past few month, but there's been a decided lack of bar brawls on the Bare. He wasn't expecting this buttoned-up fellow to grab his lamp and hit him over the damn head. The sudden darkness is startling, and the following gun-shot deafening. He's sure he'll hit him, sure he'll at least lose an uncomfortable amount of blood--

As he's scrabbling up to go after him in one more attempt to save his belongings from whoever this madman really is, he can feel that he's not actually bleeding. It hurts, but it's like he's taken a hammer to him instead of a gun. "Get-- back-- here!"