Sub jumps up, cursing loudly, and lunges at Connor as he pulls back from striking out at B1. She has no problem with the ****y man going after the Visser, but that was her FRIEND, damnit!
Just as she is in mid-air, the room grows deathly cold, and time itself slows to a stop.
Sub is frozen in mid-air.
Shal is mid-step, running to the freezer.
The Visser stands there, ready to strike.
His guards surround him, looking like they are ready to pounce on Connor and shred him with their blades.
Connor's beam is about 1/3 of the way to the Visser's head.
The bartender is still at the bar, drying the already dry glass with the dirty dishtowel, indifferent to the cold.
After a few, well, relative minutes, he lets out a heavy sigh and, with the usual bored expression, sets the glass down with a light *clink* and folds the towel, setting it beside the sink. He then slowly walks out from behind the bar, looking around at the bloodshed that is about to happen.
He looks over at the Jukebox, which is still not plugged in, and it lights up, flipping through its song selection, until the Beatles "All You Need is Love" starts playing.
He nods and goes over to Connor. With a flick of his wrist, the beam disappears, and the gun is rendered useless.
A cold blast of air comes from, well, somewhere, and swirls around the combatants. The Visser's guards' arms, legs, and necks suddenly are still and nearly unmovable. The Visser's tail itself goes numb and limp.
The bartender continues to go around, completely apathetic, and disarm the weapons in the room.
When all is done, the cold blast of air goes back to where ever it first came from, and the bartender goes back behind the bar and gets some tape. He then walks around the room, writing on a slip of paper from his pad, pulling it off, and then taping to the creature's forehead. Every single one of them, including Shal in the kitchen.
On the paper is one sentence:
"No fighting in the bar."
When he is done, he goes back behind the bar, picks up another glass, and continues drying it off with the dirty wash rag, as if nothing happened.
Time starts back up again, the jukebox still blaring "All You Need is Love", and everyone is left with an uncomfortable cold chill running up their spine.
((Note: All effects are irreversible until the Bartender decides so. No, we don't know exactly what the bartender is, but, Scary Bartender is Scary. >.> ))
