He spread his arms wide in a theatrical gesture, and his forty fighters stepped forward from concealment in synchronized precision, weapons drawn and ready.
"And you've walked right into my trap! You actually came to kill me, walked straight into a prepared ambush with overwhelming force, gave me exactly what I wanted without me even having to hunt you down! How... perfect."
Satou stepped out of the shadows fully, letting his hood fall back. His dragoblin features became clearly visible—scaled skin glinting in the candlelight, sharp teeth showing as he spoke, eyes glowing with that predatory intelligence that marked him as far more than a simple monster. He stood at his full height, showing no fear despite being outnumbered forty-to-one, his body language projecting confidence and deadly intent.
