"Let's go…" The boss said and turned his back on Petrov.
The words were casual, almost dismissive, like this whole standoff, the snarling mouths and the bandanas and the weapons half-raised, had been nothing but a mild inconvenience in his morning routine. He turned away first, shoulders exposed, neck offered up in the simplest, most tempting way possible.
The latter saw the opening; if he was half the man Kael thought he'd be, the leader of the Snakes, in that moment, he would have struck down the Sun Clan boss. One good blow to the back of the head and the whole clan would lose their leader. Ensuing chaos would immediately secure the Snakes' victory, and they could easily take over the first floor.
