Kael's smile wasn't friendly.
It was teeth with a point. It said: You are not chasing me anymore. You are running from me.
Petrov backed away as he realized he was way in over his head.
His rage wavered. Not disappeared, Petrov wasn't the type to let go of greed that easily, but the reality of it finally reached his muscles.
Kael wasn't a wounded newbie to be jumped after a boss fight. Kael was the reason the boss fight ended the way it did.
Turning, he noticed that there were members of the Sun Clan coming over, going above the cooked corpse of the basilisk.
Footsteps approached from behind the smoke-stained slope. Green dots closing in. Voices, sharper now that the immediate stampede had ended. Sun Clan survivors moved cautiously, eyes flicking from Kael to Petrov to the crisped bones on the rails like they couldn't decide which horror to focus on first.
"Oh, you got them good," Iori said as he saw the dozen or so Snake members turned to a crisp.
