As usual, those doing evil in his tent of sin, had no idea that atonement for their transgressions was now towering behind them. Quickly he scanned the situation, took a head count, and then located the flash of ginger hair in the center of the mob. That would be the only place he wouldn't strike. His first swipe of a large leather covered hand bitch slapped one of the marks backwards into the bar so hard, he slumped over to the side unconscious. One down. He growled again, and this time, everyone in a ten foot radius heard him. Better than Moses could have, people parted and quickly gave room to the melee that was about to begin in earnest.
Hands on Babs, he followed them up to the body they belonged to and that jaw was the next thing he hit. "NO... TOUCHING...." he snarled, repeating the rules posted all over the tent, as if they had merely forgotten it. By now the others in the mob sensed someone or something had joined them, and they paused in their molestation of Babs to look up. Eight feet of warpainted Hell was glaring down on them now. Judgement Night. "Jesus Christ!" one of them yelled at the sight of Gar right before he was grabbed up by his shirt, lifted aloft, then spiked down into the ground.
"No. But I beat him at cards..." Gar snarled and reached for the next one. This one tried to flee and Gar had to give a short pursuit to capture, then with one nose crushing punch to the face, dropped him to the ground by his friends. He turned around, still growling in full feral mode and sought out a new target. Pale flesh, red hair. He made a grunt, and reached down to scoop up Babs and fling him over one should like one would hold an infant and then strode through the still parted section of humans and carried him out of the tent through a hidden escape flap and into the Holding Area out back where the performers took their smoke breaks, and Gar occasionally fucked one of them.
The entire battle had taken only about 30 seconds and was over and done by the time anyone else in the audience would have noticed. The clean up security would be there by now to drag out the offenders and toss them off lot. His work was done, for now. Panting slightly, and drenched in sweat and water still, Gar set Babs down gently on his feet and looked him over, even placed a hand on one slim shoulder to spin him around for a quick inspection. "You alright Ginger?" he snarled, but there was no aggression in it, but genuine concern for the dancer.