I sighed.  I really did, probably almost visibly.  Truly, this guy was a sight to behold.  "You're being warned now."  I stepped out into the street.  There was something different about this one; I could already tell.  And not just because he was more Killjoy than the rest of the pack - he stood out, visually, from the crew.  "Surrender and I'll break your knees so hard you'll have to spend the next three months in a wheelchair, and then re-learn to walk.  Don't-"  And then I blitzed him with my claws.  I wasn't giving this SOB the pleasure of a fair fight.  He had come here to try and break me, but I was going to break him first.  I didn't relish the idea of taking him on - far from it - but if I managed to beat him to a pulp, maybe that would be sufficient enough incentive for the Killjoys to leave the neighborhood alone.