Things were getting mildly more out of control than he was used to, and quickly. At this point almost the entire bar was in the middle of the fight, and it almost seemed as though a few people who had just been outside had chosen to come in and join the fray for shits and giggles. Kyrio was all but right in the middle of things, having jumped in somewhat early compared to others – although this had really been going on for a maximum of maybe two minutes. It was enough to have gathered three pieces of broken furniture and countless cups and bottles. He ducked – not a whole lot, because it wasn't really necessary – as he felt more than saw a punch coming towards his face, and retaliated well enough to hear a satisfactory groan of pain emit from the man; he grinned a little in response.
All in all it was a fairly enjoyable ruckus. Nice to get a little steam out every now and then. The biggest problem was that the longer this lasted, the more likely they were to get the attention of perhaps some people who didn't need to be putting their noses into the genteel affairs of other people. Add that to the fact that he had petrified another two people – granted one of them was on purpose this time, as he'd been about to smash glass on someone else's face, and we just couldn't be having that now could we? - and was apparently bleeding from a cut on his forehead if the cool feeling trickling down towards his eye was anything to go by. Perhaps it was time to calm things down. It wouldn't be that hard, right? Locate the main conspirators – the drunks themselves were probably long gone from the fighting, having barely been sentient enough to speak before receiving blows to the cranium – and neutralise. What was the fastest way to do that?
Sadly, while he stopped to consider his options, someone's elbow – or something. It felt like an elbow. Might not have been – hit him in the neck, and he stumbled. He fell to one knee, one palm down on the moderately sticky floor, and instinctively felt mana begin to crackle and crest. A moment later, the people around him were flung backwards and landed on the ground; or tables, or chairs, or whatever just happened to have been about two metres behind them at the time. All around him was an open space, the people who had previously been occupying it now picking themselves up off the ones who had been unfortunate enough to be outside the range of the spell. He glanced up, wondering if perhaps something else would have been a better idea – not that this one had really been thought through as much as it was 'Oh hey, it looks like this is happening', but still.