Despite being attacked by trained men who had done violence as a living, Lev wasn't at all pushed into disadvantage in the fight, instead he seemed to be natural in it that Bovine's jaw ticked in the thought. Lev didn't say any words as he pushed the man aside, not hurting them but making sure they would all run out of energy to buy him some time when he leave. His body froze when he heard the cold click behind him.
Lev turned his face slightly, his emerald eyes quickly catching sight of the pistol that was pressed against the back of his head.
Bovine who was holding the gun, curled his finger on the trigger, "Don't look back or move your body! This little bastard, I didn't fancy your pretty face to be the type who is also good in fighting."
