Shenron's eyes close as smile creeps across his face. Turning his head a little he flicks his gaze to the side, looking the vampire up and down, his gaze lingering on the hand that rests on the blade.

You should know better than to threaten me...

Suddenly his leg flicked to the side taking the stool out from under Kalika, then in a blur of shadow he grabs the cloak and whips it around her throat strangling her as he catches her mid fall in his free hand, pressing the side of her face hard against the bar. Leaning close to her covered ear he whispered.

...because I might get violent.

Gripping the hood her yanks back hard throwing her away from the bar, while his other hand kept tight grip on the tail of the cloak, causing her to spin a couple of times as it unwound. Smiling gleefully he tilts his head to the side, resulting in two loud cracks.