((A bit, but I can still feel it in my stomach. I'm gonna be going to bed after this post so I can get a good amount of sleep. Trying to beat whatever this thing is out before I get sick again.))
"W-What d'you-" The man was knocked out cold by Dante's punch, falling back to the pavement without the smallest hint of conciousness.
Despite all of the commotion that had been caused, none of the other patrons seemed to have left the bar until a few gunshots rung out from the storage rooms, the door to which looked like Adell had torn into to get access just seconds before. Once the shots rung out, everyone began scrambling to get out of the bar, forced to try and squeeze through the only door in the front of the bar.
It really hadn't taken Adell longer than a second to figure out who James was when he had been fired at upon questioning the only man back there. Neglecting the one that had actually hit his right upper arm, he managed to pin the man to the wall with ice around his wrists. "Now now, that's not how you treat someone who asked a simple question..." A rather wicked grin found it's was to Adell's face as he ripped the pistol out of James' hand. "Now what do you say..." He took a step back to point it at the other man's stomach. "...I show you the same courtesy you showed my sister, hm?"