No matter where they were, thugs were still the same.

With a flick of her wrist, she projected a large bat, and with a swing, sent all four of those charging her flying in all directions. As if a switch had been turned, the rest of those anons swarmed towards her, brandishing weapons and fists. A veritable crowd, one that most martial artists would have been hard pressed to fight.

Juniper was not most martial artist.

For one, she wasn't trained in any recognizable forms of martial arts, but an amalgamation of what her mother taught her and moves she copied from her opponents. And for another, fighting a large group of people was something she did very well.

With a tremendous blow to the first one to come near her, the anon smashed through the crowd like a cannonball, knocking several of them down in the process. In the resulting brief moment of confusion among them, she took down another two anons, before slamming on the floor with her prodigious strength. Debris and dust flew everywhere in the resulting explosion, both blinding and knocking out any unfortunate enough to be hit with a large enough chunk of floor.

Manufacturing an advantage was needed to fight a large group like this. Confusion, fear, and hesitation was as potent a weapon as her own fists would be. If they were hesitating, they weren't fighting. Not all of them would act the same however; there were some that was braver — or more idiotic depending on how one view them — than the rest. Some of them managed to get a blow in, but none really had the strength to really hurt her. The sharper weapons were prioritized first, with her taking advantage of her longer limbs to knock out the users before they can get close. 

With just a few minutes of fighting later, most of the group was already knocked out or have fled, leaving only a small handful left. Bodies of those knocked out littered the mostly destroyed floor, with some draped on broken furniture. Juniper had not gone unharmed however, for though she was well versed in fighting a large amount of opponents at the same time, she was still but one, and they were many. There was a cut on her temple and her arm was bloodied, but she was still standing strong, that smile still on her face, daring the anons to come closer. There was certainly a lot of them, but they were hardly the match of even the thugs from her world. They lack the resolve, power and determination of the desperate depraved men who had done battle on each other to merely survive another day.

The anons seemed identical to her, but there was one that had caught her eye ever since the first four anons had tried to attack her. A fellow with a bandana, that had hung back instead of trying to get in on trying to murder her. 

"Well? Was that it?" She addressed those still remaining. "It will take more than that to satisfy me."