"What do we do, boss…" Peter asked as he looked at what was going on.
Peter's voice sounded thin, like he was trying to keep it together and failing. He kept glancing between Kael and the slope behind them, like his brain wanted to pick which nightmare to die to.
He wanted to come to Kael's aid. After all, that man helped him a bunch, and helped the Sun Clan a bunch, even if they didn't help when he needed it the most, nor cared when he was about to die.
Iori didn't hesitate.
"Back away, don't stay near the dungeon entrance. It's coming out," Iori withdrew back before the Basilisk shot out of the cave.
He wasn't shouting because he was brave; he was shouting because he finally believed Kael's warning. Because he finally saw the geometry of death: railings, a creature with nothing but revenge in mind, and a bunch of idiots that would look like a good snack after a battle.
The Snakes all chased after Kael instead.
They were stupid enough to think Kael was the prize.
