"Oh, for fuck's sake." Now he was just exasperated. Still didn't think it was a bad choice coming here, but really, this put a damper on the night. When things started to go bad the guy under him struggled enough to nearly get free and Jesus had to drag him up into a hold, barring across his neck and holding tight - careful, but tight - and not letting go until he could drop him to the table unconscious but otherwise fine.

It wasn't what he'd wanted to do, but sometimes you couldn't help it. Now that he was actively involved one of the others aimed a punch toward him and got a glancing blow in before he could move away entirely but he was still cognizant enough to grab the guy by the arm and use his full body weight to slam him down.

He wasn't happy about this but well, there wasn't much he could do about it.

There was in fact a brief stint where one redneck grabbed both his arms to hold them behind his back - but he just used the position to bring his legs up and slam both feet flat against the man in front of him square in the chest, knocking both men off balance.