"Ugh... fucking pricks." He groaned. He was just there, in the tavern, minding his own business. These fucks just had to go and cause a ruckus. Now it looks like the marines are getting involved. He quietly picked up his cache of weapons and stepped outside. Taking in the madness around him, he sighed and walked around all the debris scattered about.
He peered about, seeing the fact that marines seems to have targeted him as well, grouping him with the bunch that caused all the ruckus by virtue of his weapons cache. "Are you serious? Me? I just happened to own a few guns..." He sighed, seeing several...well...beings sprint towards a marine ship. "They really are fucking pricks. The whole lot of them...but not as much as the marines...Hm..." He said, unholstering his twin pistols. "Alright Liz, Patty, lets tango." He whispered to his guns as he took aim the the group of marines bearing down on them and the ship. As he back-petaled towards and onto the ship, he opened fire on the marines, not hitting any in particular, however.