Kael watched from afar as the fight was happening and learned a few things of how Petrov operates.
The Snakes would try to land as many attacks as possible while the basilisk was wasting time going from one side to the other.
It created a rhythm. The basilisk chased attention, and the Snakes fed it just enough to keep it turning. Each turn exposed a flank. Each flank meant a spear could slide in. Kael hated how competent it looked. Competence meant Petrov would survive longer. Petrov surviving longer meant Petrov getting greedy later. With their ability to deal this much composed damage, they could easily fish for the final kill when the waters turn muddy.
"What do you think?" the boss asked Kael.
"They're far more organized than us…" Kael replied without hesitation.
He didn't say it as praise. He said it as fact. Facts were useful. Pride got people killed.
