The humans around the building, which was a decrepit old butcher's shop, noticed the intimidating anthro-fox approaching them and drew their weapons.<br/><br/>There were five humans: four grunts and a sergeant.  Two of the grunts had baseball bats, the third had a knife, and the fourth had an axe normally used by firefighters.  The sergeant, wearing a thick gray jacket and a beret, was holding a chainsaw.<br/><br/>"Here comes trouble," the man with the knife said.  He was the most frightened of the group.<br/><br/>"Stay cool, Jenkins," the sergeant said.  "We outnumber him."  He started up his chainsaw, revving the engine and raising it before him.  "Come to papa," he screamed over the noise, and charged.