"You're screwed, boys." He looked over the pair, grinning, with the glint of madness in his eyes.
"Your boss should have told you not to pick a fight with the older boys..."
Bojan had been cornered in an alleyway, it was filthy and hardly no people. The ones who were there were the homeless. They made sure to keep their noses out of his trouble. Bojan didn't need help though. The boys were maybe 20, 25 at the most, and they looked fresh, right out of the secure homes of their parents. He had seen them before. Minor crimes, drugs, robberies and the alike. Assult? Never. And he was a trained killer, himself, after all.
He was leaning against the wall behind him, relaxed, while the boys were waiting for the other one to actually start. They seemed a bit nervous. They did have some imagined honour to live up to though, so when Bojan pushed away from the wall and took a few steps towards them, one finally got some balls and advanced towards the older man. The boy aimed for his face, silly b