Misha
With the number of people surrounding us, it would make the most sense to divide and conquer, but this oaf won't let me get more than five feet away from him.
"Stay close. I can't do my job if you move to where I can't see you." He grumbles through grunts as he takes down several men with ease.
I don't think this guy truly understands who I am; otherwise, he would be more confident that I can handle myself. It's either that or he simply doesn't believe that I am who I claim to be. In either case, I know exactly what I will encounter and what I have to offer. Just you watch.
I look around and make eye contact with a man who is eagerly waiting for his turn. A glint of excitement flashes in the man's eyes, and he turns to the men standing on either side of him. He clearly whispers something, and they all nod in agreement. The three men approach me with knives drawn and grins on their faces.
