Ajax just shrugged and let the guards do their thing. Where before he would've been reasonably afraid of men in armor pointing pikes at him, as much as a headstrong biker and brawler could be afraid of another man anyway, in his heart he knew they didn't really have the means to do anything to him even if they tried. He felt powerful beyond any human limit, the sum total of the greatest aspirations behind the very concept of martial arts past, present and future, animalistic power and self sufficiency without need for tools pushed to their extreme. He felt like a legend, a god or demigod or a hero, like great Hercules when he strangled the invulnerable Nemean Lion to death.

After the detonations and the cowboy firing several corks at a single man, it was only logical that the guards would begin their attack, so one of them thrust his pike at Ajax's midsection with no hesitation, though his expression turned to one of shock when the metal point failed to pierce him as if it'd struck a stone wall. The weapon was well made and did not break nor did it bend overmuch, but the guard's fighting spirit was not as strong and had definitely wavered. He stood there, frozen and dumbfounded, holding on to the weapon without even trying to push forth. His comrades now seemed equally hesitant to engage Ajax, as well, though they had the good sense to slowly back off.

Ajax closed the distance between himself and the guard in the blink of an eye. From one end of the pike to the other, all 10 feet of it or so, in a split second. The guard did not suddenly explode nor was he sliced to ribbons or blasted back as if hit by a truck. Only his head snapped sideways, brutally but not enough to break the neck, as Ajax’s left fist connected with his chin with godlike precision, a step-in jab that left the guard collapsing into a twitching ragdoll. And then Ajax was frozen. He could only watch as time accelerated around him and people came went, and eventually the place was abandoned and they were able to move once more, coming to their wits in a strange shop.

Pointedly ignoring the shopkeep after giving him a nasty onceover, he stepped outside along with Jack and the rest of the people who did, examining the change to the surroundings. He liked it better before. "Well bro, if you want excitement, I'd say the place where a fireball crashes down is probably it, huh?" he said as he pointed towards the very visible N1-L3 making its descent.