Most of these other men were just yelling, blindly throwing punches. They had no idea what it meant to fight, even just a bar brawl for some fun. Mark swiftly moved his head to side to dodge a flying fist and promptly turned and smashed it's owners face into a neighboring table. He nodded his head at their new toothless friend who seemed to be cheering for anyone that would put on a show.
A hand grasped his shoulder and Mark whipped around. "You motherfuckers think you can come in here and take-over this bar?"
"I'm almost positive that's what's happening right now."
They had already cleared over half the bar, and the ones that stayed were in the midst of chaos. All it took was a little speech and one headbutt.
"Well you're in for a fucking surprise," the guy whipped out a knife, nothing threatening, just one of those little pocket knives one buys for survival, just to have. The man lunged at Mark, but Mark caught him first. He was strong, but Mark managed to wrestle the tool out of his hand. Seconds later, the patron looked horrified. He was clearly hiding behind the protection of this little blade. Mark took it and stabbed it into the table next to where Len was fighting.
"Got you a shiny new present, Len," he remarked. If he was going to tussle the old fashioned way, it was going to be old fashioned. Fist-to-fist. The only weapons were bar furniture. He turned back to his now disarmed fighting partner, who promptly clipped him on the side of the eye. That was going to bruise. He swung low, hitting him in the stomach. The man doubled over long enough for Mark to break a chair on him.
The toothless man cheered on. From the looks of it, he might be the only one getting free drinks tonight.