That wasn't the best way to change the boy's opinion, or his once ambivalent colleague's. The girl shrieked then clamped her hands over her mouth and quickly backed away, hoping that didn't draw too much attention to her and she might avoid being punched as well. These people really were crazy. With just a flailing grab towards Clive to get him to run with her and not hang around to get further abused, she turned to bolt and put some clear distance between her and their assailants. Maybe the other girl had been right, maybe this place was super dangerous.
The boy, Clive, had never been in a fight in his life, and didn't know how to begin to handle this information. He stumbled, hand over his face, tears in his eyes, and froze, unable to even call up his ill-used base instincts. Too much time in the classroom and not enough time in the wild. Starting slowly, he began to slink away after his friend, triggering a reminder that 'flee' was a proper option then started to run as well. Never mind his artifacts, what about his skull?