Wash stumbled back from Jesse's grip and seethed as Jesse tried to reason with him. He put his hand on a bar stool in part to keep himself upright. For a while he stood like that looking as though he'd all but surrendered.
But then with a sudden ferocity he hoisted the stool over his head with a loud battle cry and swung it straight to the man's...well he mean to hit the other man's head but targeting wasn't exactly keen so somewhere in the general direction should do it.