Another opponent met Ainsley, and another brawl began once more. Except this time, Ainsley’s opponent pulled out a foot long knife, grinning as he aimed a jab towards Ainsley’s gut. Ainsley’s eyes barely had time to widen in surprise as he just managed to sidestep the attack. It seemed as thought the man had an intent to kill, and Ainsley wasn’t going to let that slide. His right index finger twitched, and a short, inch long, curved blade extended from the respective knuckle. Afterwards, he dodged another jab from his opponent, before stepping forwards to the side of the man’s arm. He lifted his hand and made a swift cut with the short knife along his opponent’s hand’s tendons. The man screamed in pain, his hand now rendered useless. The knife dropped and he fell to his knees as blood gushed from his hands. He wouldn’t able to kill anybody anytime soon.