Sal was prepared for anything. He wanted to talk to the boy, but with the way the conversation had been heading, anything more than a few direct verbal hits was not to be. Besides, taunting him was so much more fun!
As Mitch charged forth, a flurry of movement and sparks, Sal counteracted the attack, grabbing the boy's swinging arm around the wrist and with one heavy jerk, yanked it behind Mitch's back, twisting it in such a way that it would cause him pain.
"Do they know how worthless you are?" He jeered into his ear. "How you can't even kill me, and I'm just another low-class mortal. Who's going to notice you've been attacked? Who's going to worry if you go missing? Who cares about what you have to say or who takes your advice? You're just a tool to them."