[Cain was expecting that. Fortunately, his predominantly black and red uniform absorbs the sudden onslaught of wine well, though his arm is knocked away from Dualscar in the ensuing confusion of table-flipping.]
[Despite being a little tipsy, his head is clear enough to react properly. This isn't the first time the commissar has found himself in a situation like this, either. He manages not to get horribly bowled over, instead stumbling to his feet at the side. The moment he has his footing, he aims a punch for the troll's smug purple nose.]