Three men from the Black Warriors came out from the Lamborghini but John wasn't aware what next, their steps slow and deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world. Each one moved with the grace and precision of seasoned martial artists.
The first man, tall and broad-shouldered, had a hawk-like gaze that that could send shivers down the spine. His attire, a deep black cloak that flared slightly at his feet, made him appear larger than life. His hands were wrapped tightly in worn leather bands, evidence of the countless battles he may have fought.
Beside him, the second man was slimmer, but his movements were fluid, like water flowing effortlessly. His long hair, tied back in a neat ponytail, swayed with every subtle motion he made, hinting at a dangerous agility that could spring into action at any moment. His smile was thin, cold, as if he found amusement in the chaos around him.