Jacob drew his pistol. "Think of the odds, mates. You were probably seeing doubles and I have a clear head," he warned pertaining to the goons being drunk.
But because the men were drunk, they were brave so they took out their weapons. I was startled when the man beside me broke the bottle of alcohol with him and was about to point it at me but Neville pulled the dagger from his other hand quickly. As a result, the man winced and screamed in pain.
That started the brawl. I took cover under the table as guns fired. Fists were punching faces. Chairs were being tossed and thrown. Ladies were screaming as they scurried to leave the tavern. Bottles were being broken and shattered. I wanted to join the uproar but I knew it would just make Jacob angrier and I wanted our war to end so I stayed put.
