Ash had been out to simply get his mind off of things. Why did he want to think when things were so complicated? It was easier to vanish off to one of the myriad of Kindred friendly clubs and pretend he was anyone but who he as. To that effect, he'd even worn a hoody and kept his hair brushed back out of his face for once. No one had noticed him until he was inside and safe. No one ever questioned him.
So when he was suddenly being approached on his way back to his apartment, he was rather surprised at being surrounded by what appeared to be a ragtag bunch of Anarchs. Oh dear, this was going to be an issue wasn't it? Ash wasn't a particularly violent person. They were very cranky for some reason that he didn't know although he wouldn't have been surprised if they had just explained themselves.
That really only left him one good option. They were relatively alone and he was very well fed... So Ash cranked his Presence up to eleven, so to speak. To kine and weaker Kindred, he was suddenly the fiery presence of God. To look at him was to let your eyes burn out of your skull and all one could do was beg forgiveness. He could only hope the rest of them were of an age that it would at least make them hesitate and change their minds. The fewer targets he would have to actually fight, the better. And he really did hate violence - but if it meant living through the night, he'd do what he could. "I would suggest turning around and leaving."