The tavern was in chaos, at least until Yuurei got serious. His voice calmed the storm that was the in-house fighting. Everyone stopped, both those who supported the ruffian that started the fight, and the others. Even Gideon himself was intimidated. This aura about him, fueled by anger, he had not seen it before, not even during the fights with the marines or the slavers. How much power did this man have hiding? Whatever it was, no one will see it at that moment, for everyone gave up the fight and the lead ruffian ordered for everyone to depart, in which they did.
With the atmosphere calm, the workers and Yuurei began to clean up. With a sigh of relief, Gideon began assisting as well, picking up chairs in between fingers and arranging them around the room by simply stretching his arm over. Yuurei suggested to clean up the debris, Gideon nodded in reply and began sweeping the debris with his hand as if it was a broom. Cleaning didn't bother him; as a matter of fact, it was a way to normally calm him down. If he had his supplies, he would have cleaned more appropriately and even assisted in cooking, but that was overthinking.
After he was done, Gideon pulled back and stretched his arms and back, feeling a little sore in an uncomfortable position. He looked down and noticed Yuurei was back in his seat, "First time I've seen such fire in your eyes, makes me wonder if you were holding back in earlier fights I've seen you in, even the battle on the warship" Gideon noted.
Within a moment, a worker rolled out another keg. Gideon picked it up, "Thank you" he said before he popped the top. The worker thanked him in reply before turning to head back inside. Though it wasn't Yuurei's intention, the day still drew blood, metaphorically of course, but ultimately, no one died and the battle ended quickly enough to grab a seat and continue drinking, "Sorry I couldn't help more, I tried giving them the finger" Gideon joked before he took a swig. This was probably the first time he had a happy mood after a fight, which was surprising, even to him.
With the atmosphere calm, the workers and Yuurei began to clean up. With a sigh of relief, Gideon began assisting as well, picking up chairs in between fingers and arranging them around the room by simply stretching his arm over. Yuurei suggested to clean up the debris, Gideon nodded in reply and began sweeping the debris with his hand as if it was a broom. Cleaning didn't bother him; as a matter of fact, it was a way to normally calm him down. If he had his supplies, he would have cleaned more appropriately and even assisted in cooking, but that was overthinking.
After he was done, Gideon pulled back and stretched his arms and back, feeling a little sore in an uncomfortable position. He looked down and noticed Yuurei was back in his seat, "First time I've seen such fire in your eyes, makes me wonder if you were holding back in earlier fights I've seen you in, even the battle on the warship" Gideon noted.
Within a moment, a worker rolled out another keg. Gideon picked it up, "Thank you" he said before he popped the top. The worker thanked him in reply before turning to head back inside. Though it wasn't Yuurei's intention, the day still drew blood, metaphorically of course, but ultimately, no one died and the battle ended quickly enough to grab a seat and continue drinking, "Sorry I couldn't help more, I tried giving them the finger" Gideon joked before he took a swig. This was probably the first time he had a happy mood after a fight, which was surprising, even to him.