Seiji's hand brushed over the hilt of his dagger, feeling the cool metal as it slid free from its sheath. The air between him and the three women grew tense, and for a brief moment, his thoughts flashed back to battles he'd faced before. He wasn't a fool; he knew the odds. Taking on these three would be like a mouse trying to fight a lion. But that didn't matter. He wouldn't bow down without a fight.
"I don't know who your lady is, and frankly, I don't care," Seiji said, his voice calm, though his eyes were sharp. "But you want me to come with you? You'll have to make me."
He raised the dagger slightly, the sharp edge glinting in the low light. The movement wasn't aggressive, more a statement of defiance. He wasn't underestimating them—he knew they were far stronger. But he wasn't going down without making them work for it.
