Taking in a deep breath he stepped into the bar with his hands on the straps of his backpack. As soon as he entered, a broken bottle ricocheted off the ground beneath where his heel was about to step. "Ow. Wow. Close," he rambled as he side-stepped the bottle and into the pub.
A gaggle of patrons just pulled out bottles and held mugs of beer ready to bash each other. In each of their hands was a weapon and they aimed at anyone in their way.
The bar erupted in a frenzy of punches and bar stools. Jin dodged a group of brawlers that came barreling toward him. He tried to speak up to break up the brawl but his voice was drowned out.
He made his way deeper in when a bottle was accidentally heaved at one of the waitresses. He rushed to the bar and tackled her over the side. The bottle still left a cut on her arm. "I got it," he said as he healed it with his magic.
He crawled to the end of the bar and when another person fell down he dragged them behind and healed them too. Most of the injuries were superficial and the brawl at worst just left someone unconscious with a bad headache waiting for them.
The light mage periodically peeked himself out from behind the bar to slip a bottle out of someone's hand or pull a wounded person back to get healed.
He stood up and leaned on the bar as if he was a weary bartender and grabbed one of the few unbroken bottles and took a swig.
"Come on," he said exhausted that it was still going on.