[Funkduder]

Everything moved so fast. He didn't even have time to point his weapon at the man he just tackled when a foot slammed to the side of his head. Although disoriented, he could see his former employer being stolen away by the gun-handed man. "That jerk off," he thought as he tried to get a hold of his surroundings. A hand extended towards him as well as a voice from the man whom he saw as dangerous...but it was a gesture of kindness, or so he thought, so he took hold of the hand as he tried to recompose himself.
"I...I'm fine; just a little disoriented," Michael said to the older man. People were starting to flood in, and the crowd wasn't necessarily comforting to Michael due to the gun shots. Getting to his feet, he beckoned the man towards the street, hoping to walk with him into the tavern he was in before.
"We should get to somewhere more suitable before getting to anymore conversation. My name is Michael."