One of the thugs had a murdering glint to his eyes, as he held up his knife blade. "Oooh, all that fancy armor of yas aren't gonna do ya an-"
"Jimmy! THis isn't worth gettin' ourselves killed." one of the other thugs yelled as he started to back off.
The first thug glanced over at how many thugs had been knocked out so far, then splat on the floor, before raising his knife and at Richter and said "We'll be back, and when we do, oooooh, ya all be in trouble.... Let's go boys!"
"Jimmy" then legged it, along whatever thugs that were still conscious followed, as a small trickle of thugs ran away and disappeared down the road.
Gustav, meanwhile, finished subduing a thug he had previously been holding in a choke grip, and slowly got up. He took a minute to look around, Ace took this time to walk up to Gustav, sitting himself next to him before looking at Richter with a curious face.
After surveying the battlefield, Gustav was slowly nodding, before looking at Richter and said "You have one hell of a presence don't you? Must of scared the daylights out of them to make them run that fast."