Garirook looked down at the two embarrassing excuses for humans. He then looked over at the demented looking clown. And then around at the other patrons of the bar. It seemed that their little fight wasn't going to be overlooked so easily. He considered killing another one of the men, just to even the odds with his clown rival, but it seemed like it wouldn't be worth the trouble. He turned around right there and then, returning to his seat at the bar, his work there was done. He sat back down next to the odd looking man who sat next to him before, and set his now bloody warhammer back on the bar. He continued to sip his drink, hoping he won't get kicked out for being a part of the fight, although he didn't think someone would approach him right now. He wiped a couple of spots of blood from his jaw. "Clowns am I right?" He commented to no one in particular.