Immediately he clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to stand tall despite the fear creeping into his chest. 'No. I won't let it end like this. If they can't do it, I'll do it myself.'
Even though deep down he knew Oliver wasn't normal that he was clearly stronger than anyone he'd ever faced, his pride wouldn't let him back down. With a defiant scowl on his face, he stepped forward, hiding his unease behind a mask of arrogance.
Oliver stood silently, calm and composed, his eyes fixed on the boss with cold precision. He didn't smirk or taunt. He didn't even posture. He simply stood there, steady, then he began walking towards the boss.
At that moment the boss let out a short laugh, masking the tremor in his voice. "You think because you took them down, you can take me down too?" he sneered, raising his chin slightly. "You're about to find out there's a big difference between the lackeys… and the boss."
