Jord had been right. The patrons in the bar did get into a fight, but it was not them who started it. He had been waiting for his beer for a little while now, getting thirstier by the second. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting to him, but was really just a few minutes, he got what apparently was the strongest beer there was. 

He prepared to take a swig of his well-deserved drink, when all hell broke loose as several armed people came into the bar, as well as some standing up from booths, and started shooting up the place. Jord stood up, preparing to do something at least and noticed others starting to fight against these new enemies as well. 

Unlike many of his unexpected comrades however, Jord took upon himself the job of protecting as many of the civilians as he could from the gunfire until he could join the fight himself. Seeing that he was sorely lacking in the weapons-and-armour department unlike some others he saw fighting alongside him, he picked up a nearby table, using it as an improvised shield in absence of the gear that he had left in his hotel room because he didn't think he'd need it.

He raised his improvised wooden shield, trying to distract the gunmen by throwing an empty bottle that had been standing on the counter since had come in. It was a near perfect throw, and it hit one of the gunmen standing near the doorway right in the head as glass rained on the man's face. This was seemingly enough to distract some of the armed men standing nearby, and they started shooting at him. A large majority of the bullets were stopped by his shield while some were blocked by his body, his arm soaking up the majority of the damage. He felt the intense pain, but it was not enough to even make him blink. Meanwhile, he yelled and gestured at the civilians to hide behind the counter until all of the enemies were dead.

This plan was soon realized as he could see the others killing the hostiles with immense abhorrence, and he threw away his shield, charged towards the enemies and kicked and trashed a few of them himself, until they had either been killed or fled. Afterwards, he just went back to the bar to pick up his beer and swigged it down in a few gulps.