“Awww, fuсkin’ fun police’s arrived!” Ainsley began backing up away from the soldiers, raising his fists defiantly. Considering that most of the brawlers lacked weaponry, the band of soldiers that had just arrived had quite the advantage. Gazing at the two soldiers, Ainsley’s two index fingers twitched, and inch-long, curved blades extended from the top of his brass knuckles. With adrenaline coursing through him, Ainsley’s body only produced more electricity, and this was clearly visible. Of course, it wouldn’t be enough to actually make a difference in a fight, but it generally manages to put his opponents on edge. Knowing that he was at a huge disadvantage and would likely be subdued quickly, Ainsley decided to step forward towards the soldiers, circling to his right so one soldier was between Ainsley and the other soldier. Continuing to remain in that sort of formation, Ainsley threw a fake punch with his right hand, then a real one with his left, towards the nearest soldier’s chest.