Tristan's Point Of View
I couldn't believe how childish some of the Mafia Kings seemed to be. They were just big children, with bigger egos. It was like watching the world leaders playing in a sandbox, and fighting over the toys inside.
The Mafia King named Rahzden was a bold idiot. He didn't hide his intentions, and at the same time he wore his envy on his sleeve. Just before I thought the two scary men would cut his head off, a plate went soaring at him like a flying saucer and landed a hit right between his eyes.
Everyone looked wide eyed at the man who had launched the plate, myself included. He sat there with a fierce glare on his face. He had pale green hair and bright vibrant green eyes.
"What the fuck is your problem Lyukhe!?" Rahzden yelled.
