Well, that hadn't gone as planned. He was hoping that the drunk would either pay for some drinks as a show of good faith after trying to scam two bargoers into paying for his and everyone else's drinks (And likely learning his lesson and not doing it again), or would find a way to houdini it into seeming like a joke and making everyone laugh. Unfortunately, he hadn't accounted for how violent these other rowdy bargoers could get, as a bottle would hit the drunk's head. Even better, the raving drunk had gone and shanked someone, in self defense, sure, but near killing a man wasn't really the best course of action. And with that, weapons were pointed all over at the crazy man. Great. There would be no diplomating out of this, or subtle intimidation. Weapons gave violent people courage. Josh had already gone through several plans in his head, a threat there, maybe taping up his fists, but as soon as the blasters were out, his plans went out with them.
But his first concern, since [member="Darth Ophidia"] was protecting the idiot [member="Simon Crell"], was to help the Rodian. The young man would gingerly walk over, kneeling at the man's side and nudging [member="Pravis Sharman"] aside gently. Josh remembered a time where he would be just as useless in this situation as Pravis, how many people he'd failed to save because he had spent so much time focusing on his combat expertise instead of learning to be a proper healer. Times had changed, of course.
"Thank the Force for Rianna" Joshua would mutter as he would place a hand on the wounded area of the Rodian, closing his eyes as his palm glowed a gentle green. The wound would close itself, and the bleeding would stop. The Rodian would jammer something in his own language as Josh shook his hand with a nod before raising to his feet, motioning for the Rodian to run out of the bar before it got ugly.
Now the problem of the weapon users was still a factor. Joshua would briskly get to his feet and calmly walk to stand in front of Ophidia and Crazy Drunk. His gaze turned to Ophidia, knowing she was likely the more capable of fighting in comparison to her drunk friend.
"Sweetheart, you wouldn't happen to have a melee weapon on you, would you?" The young man questioned warmly, yet quietly and slight so only she and drunk bits would be able to hear, one eye on the Sith, and one eye on the trigger-happy crowd. "If they start firing, a melee weapon can usually absorb blaster shots if you're good with your hands. A blaster is good and all, but not when it's one blaster against many" He would add softly. One of his hands was already in his hooded cloak, just waiting for someone to make a move. "If you have a melee weapon, we can cover doofus and back out of the cantina and get him somewhere safe. Once we're out of sight, they'll either attack each other and the bartender can abide by usual bar fight protocols, or they'll calm down once the target of their ire is gone"
He would eye [member="Pravis Sharman"] and Hulk [member="Hogan"], pondering if they'd be combat capable as well.
