Antar of all things, started clapping. Loudly as he laughed towards one of the cretins responsible for a bit of ruckus. Gesturing confidently towards the closest man of the brawling group, Antar beckoned the opponent forwards. The rogue's sly smile taunting him all the way as he waited for the dance to begin. He had spotted what Bob had done, inimically sensing the man's slight betrayal as characteristic towards his nature but overall just shrugging it off.
There'd be payback soon... as in ... right now. "Bob, remember that bet. Well, my friend, it's coming due right about now."
With that ever present smile upon his face as he saw the first thug step in his direction Antar whirled to grab Bob by the cuff of the neck and by the belt. It was one of his favorite passtimes right now, perhaps a bar room sport if it could be called such a thing: Midget Tossing time. After all, what rogue wouldn't at least try to perfect his technique as often as possible?
The dwarfish man went flying from his hands ending up careening across the tough's table and straight into the gut of another as the first bridged the distance between them. The man's first right punch, Antar blocked with a side block, bracing his left arm at the elbow and turning it upwards in a twisting snap to deflect the blow at the man's wrist. The second left handed punch was blocked by moving the arm crosswise across his body before stepping slightly to the inside of the man's guard. Taking care to ensure the blades from his gauntlets didn't prick the man he used his forward momentum to translate the left arm blocks into an elbow smash to the bridge of his opponents nose. The sickening crunch as blood began to flow, was enough to staggger the man and Antar finished him off by bringing his right had around to grasp the neck in time to yank the thug back into a devastating knee to the stomach before he stepped back.
The man crumpled to the ground, and Noth smiled as he turned towards the next menacing figure approaching, this one with a mug of ale head high to smash into his head. A quick righ sided snap kick to the groin, was enough to give his new opponent pause. Noth tried to follow up on the advantage long enough to throw a punch of his own towards the man's face, but it was surprisingly blocked with a raised arm. This one was a little better then the last guy and the brute backed off a little to toss the mug at his face.
A raised arm interceded, and the clay smashed against the cold iron of his guantlets splashing the contents of it's drink over his chest as small bits of shrapnel scattered, one splinter cutting him slightly on the cheek as the tepid mixture burned his eyes. He staggered back in pain as the man charged, if anyone had ever had alcohol in their eyes, you'd know it burns worse then any form of antiseptic on a cut. And the mere fact was enough to make him angry as the man crashed into his gut, bowling him over to the ground as he instinctively covered his face from the other man's blows as the pair began to roll on the ground in a whirling dervish of elbows, knees, punches and kicks.