The bar found itself at a pivotal moment, some two dozen drunks on the verge of a riot. Whether or not they decided to make like lemmings and hurl themselves over the edge would make or break them in a very literal sense. They were waiting for a sign, a signal to fight or flee and it came with a snap! as Dozer dropped his shoulder and broke the collar-bone of the spacer in his grasp.

“Hooligan.”

He turned away from the bar and into the path of a chair being swung through the air. The wood exploded against his chest and near enough knocked the wind out of him, though the sheer force of the chair colliding with the big Devaronian was enough to toss the Iridonian responsible to the ground as if he'd been the one hit.