John didn't much like the way he talked about her. He didn't much like them either. They were the sorts that he could have happily seen torn apart by demons without giving it much of a second thought. He wouldn't have given them any pity, that was for sure.
Bryn was insistent, wasn't she? Seeing her expression, hearing her tone of voice, John took it all in. And with a cold heart, he replied. "Fair enough, luv. You're on your own then. I'd say good luck but... I don't think you really need it, do you?", and with that, he moved to leave, walking casually in the direction of the men. There was no other option. It was that or a dead end.
"Wait a minute... I know that guy..." one of the larger men said, nudging the ringleader and pointing at John. "He left me with his bar tab a few nights ago!" he shouted angrily, grabbing John by the jacket and punching him square in the face, flooring the magician. The others took turns to kick him while he was down, except the one in charge. The man who Bryn had let escape with his life.