"We'll have to be gentle with them." Jacob says as he pulls on the brass knuckles, stretching his fingers through the holes and then grinning a wicked smirk as he inclines his head. "Don't mind if I do."

There's a certain swagger in Jacob's walk as he heads towards the other table, and put of the corner of his eye the barman is already taking bottles off the counter so they don't get smashed.

"Afternoon gents." He says happily. "My beau and I were considering retiring for the evening and wanted to know if any of you would like to join us for some light sodomy?"

It's possibly the most inflammatory thing he could have said and a punch is thrown his way in less than a heartbeat, a chair crashing backwards as the thug stands up.

Jacob ducks out of the way and brings a knee into the man's crotch, before starting on the Blighter that comes to his friend's aid.