Harry ducked and rolled, scattering out of the way of that chaotic figure. "Hell's bells!" As he came to his feet, one hand snapped up just so and a rod of wood slapped into his hand, released from the holster inside his coat. He scanned the area to try to figure out what was going on.

Did this place never calm down?

Chaos greeted his eyes, and he tried to figure out what was going on. Someone who looked vbaguely devilish was being chased by... Santa Claus? What the hells?

The man looking to fire on the lavender... person's back offended Harry. Two against one was never good odds, and that crystallized his opinion of who was in the right here.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you about fair play?" Harry rose from his couch as his will coalesced with concentration and his rod aimed at the man.

"Fuego!" His voice boomed as a swirling vortex of fire leaped from the rod, concentrated and white-hot, and slammed into the device he was holding, turning it brilliant orange in a moment and motivating the man to drop it.

That threat taken for a moment, Harry turned his attention back toward the other two players in this mess.