[Funkduder]

Leading the old man inside, Michael bumped into the one person he was hoping to find...later....His rival, the stake-handed gun man, was bleeding heavily on the table as he was receiving medical assistance, but that didn't matter as much as the inevitable situation that was about to occur unless he did something. Michael went to the red hooded girl and spoke softly enough as to not create more chaos where it is not needed.
"A lot of good men will die if something breaks out now. Head to the back. We need to talk."
Michael activated his psychic block and extended as far as he could in the bounds of the tavern, with the exception of the healer and the patient he was treating.