Gregar, that moment, glanced beyond the bar where Sean summoned him and towards the table where all this insidious performance unfolded.
The situation was disgusting and disappointing considering that illustrious personalities such as the Colonials, IMG and Outcasts make their way here and they have the decency, or the courtesy to respect certain etiquette common for a Freeport, especially when that certain etiquette does nothing but plowing benefits for all the parties.
The ever silent and expressionless character made his way towards the scene, in steady, heavy steps which hit against the ground as flak projectiles scouring the sky and hitting the ground like thunder.
Still, by the time he reached there, the situation muzzled and the tense atmosphere dissipated.
This however, wasn't enough to make Gregar detour, as Achille was turning to leave, he approached the man next to Susan and while throwing an expressionless glare right at him from his mask, his arms pounced forward, straight for the man's arm which was holding the gun in order to grab them.
It is obvious that the ruckus was too much for everyone's liking and it authors of such ruckuses are not welcome here. But there was no need for violence, certainly, so as the silent man had his arms pounced away towards the culprit's hand. It was fantasized that a mere glare through an insidious mask and an attempt at foiling any further tense atmosphere would prove enough of a message that such a discord is unavailing
