Butler- Fighting Ninja Luchadores

The crowd was still applauding the unexpected arrival of the Ninja
Squad luchadores in their trademark black costumes disguised by
trench coats, who had doubtless shown up to avenge their master’s
recent defeat at the hands and feet of the Jade Princess at QuadroSlam
in Mexico City. Surprise guests often showed up unadvertised at the
slams, but the entire Ninja Squad was an unexpected bonus.
The ninjas were a writhing mass of pumping limbs, each member
desperate to land a blow on the Jade Princess, and there was nothing
the slight girl could do but lie there and absorb it.
Butler entered the ring quietly. The element of surprise was often
the difference between victory and defeat in against-the-odds
situations, though if Butler were honest with himself he would admit
that secretly he usually felt that the odds were in his favor, even in this
case, where he was outnumbered twelve to one. Twelve to two if Juliet
were still conscious, which was six to one, which was virtually even￾stevens. A moment earlier Butler had felt a little self-conscious in the
borrowed costume of fake bearskin leotard and mask, but now all
embarrassment was forgotten as he clicked his brain into that cold
space he called combat mode.
These people are hurting my sister, he thought as a hot trickle of
anger cracked his icy shell of professionalism.
Time to go to work.
With a growl that was totally in keeping with his Crazy Bear
costume, Butler rolled into the ring under the bottom rope, stepped
briskly across the canvas, and began laying into the ninjas with blatant
economy of movement. There was no threatening monologue, not even
a simple foot stamp to herald his arrival, which was hardly courteous.
He simply dismantled the ninjas as though they were a Jenga stack.
There followed thirty seconds of flailing limbs and high-pitched
screaming that would have done hysterical teenagers at a boy-band
concert proud, and then, finally, Juliet was uncovered.
...

A couple of the ninjas had recovered and tried a few of their stylized
moves on their attacker, only to be rewarded with casual openhanded
slaps.
“Watch it,” snapped Butler, drawing breath once more and shooting
the ninjas the evil eye. “I need a minute of family time.”

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 2