Misha
Among the people in front of me, only a few are holding pistols. However, they aren't aiming them at me. The guns are pointed at the ground but ready to be used at a moment's notice. I wish I could face them one-on-one in hand-to-hand combat, but that's not something I can control right now.
I shift my feet slightly to observe their reactions, and I notice only a few of them detect my subtle movement. They must be trained in some form of combat. I think I understand now. The ones with guns aren't experienced. They gave them guns to protect themselves, not to go on the offensive. That's good. I can work with that.
I slowly step forward and act like I'm going towards the people holding the guns. As I suspected, a few people break ranks and rush over to protect them, leaving a gap in the line.
They really don't intend to let anyone get hurt. They are even acting rashly just to ensure that. That makes my life easier.
