Two heads cocked an eyebrow at her, while one gazed back in understanding. Yes, the more Cobra thought about it, the less implausible it became…
"From what Cobra described of his encounter yesterday, and from what I remember of him on that first day, he doesn't seem like a fighter. What he was interested in was talking and understanding us. Maybe he did want to keep people from snooping around the back of his house, but if someone genuinely wanted to speak to him, wouldn't the front door make the most sense?"
"If that's the case, then it's an easy trap," Macbeth grunted.
"Perhaps," Cobra responded. "But I agree, it makes sense with his character, especially considering…that he probably knew we were coming. Especially if he knew that we were coming." Everyone else seemed taken aback by this idea, even as it solidified itself in Cobra's mind. "When Macbeth held the string, Percy might have…sensed it and then thought someone was trying to interfere. He might be trying to keep others out, but it might not hold true for people he…knows." Cobra couldn't suppress the shiver that went down his spine at the very idea that Percy was waiting for him. "He'd…want to leave a way for people to get to him if they wanted. What better way than the front door?"
"Shouldn't we disrupt them by trying a different way? If we got in through there, they'd be caught off guard and we'd have the momentum."
"Or in trying to maneuver around, we come across a different trap, and suddenly we're on their terms."
Macbeth glanced at Mirajane with a face that implied he wanted her to lay into them for their dumb idea. Instead, she put on a placid smile and shrugged. "That doesn't sound entirely unreasonable to me. They've actually interacted with the man, so I think they're onto something." His teammate sighed and finished cleaning himself up.
"Fine. We'll try it your insane way. Only I'm not going in front anymore. And I'd recommend getting a stick…"