The punch hit Logan square in the cheek, causing his face to turn slightly to the side. There was a sickening "crack" when the man's fist made contact, and a silent split second fell across the whole bar, like something out of a cartoon. Then, the screaming started.
"What the hell!? I think some o' my fingers is broken!" The guy shouted.
"Are broken," Logan corrected, and punched the poor sod in the nose. Another crack was heard when he made contact and the guy fell backwards, nose bleeding. He turned and faced the other two men and took a sip of his beer. "Now, I warn you, don't make me drop my beer. That'll make me angry. You might want to consider cutting your losses."
Logan smirked, "oh, and buying a round for the whole bar."