i just need a fuse

"You're ruining my big entrance, cowboy," Malos drawled, as if he wasn't absolutely delighting in the prospect of actually having won one of the unjaded many over to his side.

Minoth snorted, ran the bottom edge of a pinky finger along the barrel of one of his guns. "Perish the thought. Just do your thing, I'll stay in the shadows. Not like you need me to wipe them out anyway."

Coming early was the easy part. Goading the Endbringer was...medium. Middling.

It was winning back the others' trust, later, that made this such a costly gamble, no matter what.