Last time, they had the sense to run at the first sign of resistance.  I note that they must have brought the extra hands this time to prevent that from happening.  Well, sucks to be them, because it doesn't matter if they're a few or a dozen; they don't really have the strength to compete with me.  The three I brought down in the first go-round spoil the overaggressions of their compatriots, and I weave through the bodies to make use of the advantage.  I'm literally a flying mass of claws and pain, though how I move seems to feel right as I connect with more faces and arms.  "Your days of running this neighborhood are over!"  I scream at them.<br/><br/>"Crawl back into whatever nest spawned you and tell your viper friends they're no match for<em>this</em>mongoose!"  I think I'm probably mixing things up, but frankly, I don't care.  There's already a few bodies on the floor and I'm creating more and having to talk to the cops about this is going to<em>really</em>annoy me, so I might as well get what I want out of it.