As the four stepped closer to Zion, he just let out an annoyed sigh, "Oh, whatever. Let's get this over with. Come at me." He pulled out his tonfa blades, spinning them so the long-bladed part was down his arm, leaving the shorter end sticking out.
He wouldn't kill in the city, but he would wound them.
They saw his actions and couldn't help laughing, "You're all on your little fox. Why don't you just give up without a fight, eh?" The guy who had been following him spoke up. This guy had a sword in his hands, seemingly an average swordsman.
"If I do that, will you guys leave me be? Nope. So I won't give up; however I will kick your ass if you try to attack me, so you all should give up instead."
Zion shrugged as if he didn't care about what they chose.
