It's not, really, that good of a fight; these peasants are painfully outmatched, and Midnighter knows it. He plays with them a little, trying to tire them out so he can take them down quickly, two punches to the gut and a kick quick jut forward to box the sans-culotte's ears. That sends the frist tumbling down, and then the next is gets three whole punches in-- Midnighter's attempt to pretend he is a normal fighter with normal abilities-- before turning to roundhouse kick the guy in the stomach. He topples backward, and Midnighter punches him in the throat.

In the end, it was all nonlethal. They'll just be sore as fuckall tomorrow.

And now the entire marketplace is staring at him.

Fuck, Midnighter sucks at undercover. "Uh, that was... a test. Of your... loyalty." He looks to Yoshitsugu. Help him out here, man.