[Jarik C-Bol]

Jarik uses the chainsaw to dismantle and deflect the thrown objects, but misses Unstable in his charge across the room, and ends up sawing a fire extinguisher and mounted jackalope head in half across the room. The room is instantly filled with the dusty contents of the fire extinguisher. Tossing the Chainsaw aside, Jarik pulls out a pack of cigarettes, sticks one in the lips of the mounted moose head on the wall, and throws the rest of the pack at the head of the nearest brawler."Thats it! you've driven me to quit smoking!" He yells, "Now i'm going to start burning!" Jarik reaches into his pocket and grabs a lighter, then dives across the bar into the Grillworks and hunts down a can of arasol no stick spray. Turning back to the carnage, he flicks the lighter, and starts spraying. Flames shoot into the room, as Jarik begins another blind charge across the Pub.

[MA-53]

Unstable starts to pack the fire-extinguisher-substance into balls, and proceeds to throw them in Jarik's direction, in hopes of putting a damper on the flaming assault.

[Zziggywolf5]

Zziggy quickly begins looking for something to douse the fire and spots a bucket being used to catch water leaking from the roof. He grabs it and throws a half bucket worth of water toward Jarik. Zziggy then goes to the bathroom to fill the bucket with sink and toilet water.

[MA-53]

Unstable dives behind the bar and runs in to the kitchen, finding a vast supply of his most favored weapons...

Babies. Pies!

He steps slowly out from the kitchen, takes a moment to take everything in, then opens his trench coat and readies the first two pies...

[Zziggywolf5]

Zziggy finally fills up his bucket from the bathroom sink. He rushes out of the bathroom.

[MA-53]

Seeing Zziggy emerge from the bathroom, Unstable whips two pies at him!

[Jarik C-Bol]

Jarik does a sweet matrix move, diving into the path of the pies, and skillfuly causing them to glance of his hands onto a new trajectory. Right into the waiting arms of the next person to post

[Zziggywolf5]

Zziggy catches one of the pies (the other fell on the ground, darn it) and grimaces. "Coconut and peaches? Man, and I wanted to eat this. Ugh." Zziggy throws the pie into the air and hits it from behind to send it flying toward Mase.

[MA-53]

The projectile pie is no match for Unstable's super pieing skills. A precisely thrown pie stops the first pie dead in the air, and they both fall to the ground. Reaching again into his robes, Unstable produces his patented "Pie-erang." One skillful throw later, the Pie-erang is on a trajectory to hit all of the occupants in the room!

[Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin]

"Guh," Wyvern said, awakening from unconciousness. He felt a lump on his head and swore under his breath. As he looked around, he foud he was in the middle of a battlefield. Except in a bar. So a battlebar? Wyvern didn't bother to persue this subject further, and instead quickly kicked a guy in the stomach after he ran at him with a shattered bottle. "Sweet," Wyvern smiled, almost evilly as he picked up the bottle. "Now, I'm armed."

As you can see, Wyvern wanted to join in.

[Zziggywolf5]

Zziggy turns and notices the Pie-erang coming straight at him. He puts his arm up to block it. The Pie-erang hits Zziggy's arm, splattering its continents everywhere. "I thought we were friends, Mase!" Zziggy shouted. Zziggy picks up a passed-out drunk and throws him at Mase.

[Rohtaren]

Rohtaren walks into the bar, sits down at a booth, and just sits there. After a mere few miliseconds of waiting, he begins to gather the silverware (steak knives and forks) and begins creating a weapon of some form, sieing everything together with knapkins. He also catches a bit of flying liquid in his mouth.

[MA-53]

Unstable ducks under the body being thrown at him.
"Sorry about that one, bud, didn't mean for that to go your way."
Not pausing for Ziggy's reaction, Unstable quickly ducks a punch aimed at his face, catches the blow with his hands, and places his attacker in a rather painful joint lock. Discarding the disabled body on the floor, Unstable makes a dash for the nearest table, and hides under it to plot further mayhem.

[Jarik C-Bol]

Jarik calmly looks about the room, eying the silverware weapon curiously. After carful consideration, he climbs over the bar into the grillworks, and begins searching for the things he needs. a few short minutes later, he is attaching a tank of liquid nitrogen to a large tank of what can only be the remains of last nights five alarm chilli. a few hoses from the soda machine, and a funnel later, Jarik re-emrges from the grillworks, improvised L.A.P.S in tow (Large Area Pepper Spray). Jarik eye the fray in the barroom. He raises the L.A.P.S takes aim in the general direction of the fighting, then suddenly puts down the L.A.P.S and ducks back into the grillworks. A moment later he returns, now sporting a pair of improvised goggles made from duct tape and beer glasses. gathering up the L.A.P.S, Jarik takes a deep breath, holds it, and fires. Caustic pepppered chilli bellows out of the funnel into the room, engulfing the combatants.

[Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin]

Realising he's being ingnored despite the fact he has a pointy weapon in his hands, Wyvern charges at the nearest participant, waving the bottle above his head like a beserker.