Standing just 160 centimetres tall and weighing slightly over 52 kilograms, Noah wasn’t in a position to pick a fight with anyone over twelve years old. This suited him to a tee. Noah enjoyed a low-key lifestyle as an underpaid computer programmer. The only confrontation he ever experience was with overconfident telemarketers. Noah was signed with three telecommunication companies, contracted to four different energy suppliers, and owned five expensive sets of knives. He was non-confrontational to say the least. Noah was the kind of guy who would lead a life completely free from physical conflict. That’s not to say he wasn’t prepared. On the 14th of April 2009, when challenged by a group of teenagers at the train station, he put his plan into action. Noah opened his eyes wide, leant confidently forward, and began to bark uncontrollably. The entire gang was startled; it seemed they’d bitten off a lot more than they’d bargained for. The hooded youth who’d engaged the lone commuter took a step back. Noah increased the pitch of his snarl and scanned the mob with conviction. The main assailant’s befuddlement was visible, even as his closed fist struck the side of Noah’s head. After a splitting headache and 34 stiches Noah concluded that a new emergency strategy was in order.