Ty was quiet as he moved, though he was cursing inwardly as bullets were fired off. He was, he thought, going to get lucky to not get shot in the middle of all of this. But, he reasoned, he was also the only person Patrick hadn't seemed to notice. So he closed the gap as Patrick closed the gap with Oliver.

"If I die," Patrick hissed suddenly as Carlos' dagger flew out of the darkness and sank into his side. Somehow the man held on to his gun, lifting it as he aimed not at either one of the standing men, but the one lying helpless on the stage. "I die, he dies....tik tok."

Ty was fairly certain Patrick was mad, as a fucking hatter. Reaching the other man from behind, his hands and arms were quick to yank the aim and the gun down, squinting as wood flew back at them both as a shot buried itself in the arm of a chair. Patrick growled, trying to toss an elbow back at Ty before moving to swing his gun around and fire at the other club. "Who the fuck invited you, princeling?"