He wasn’t scared, not at all. Somewhere deep down that surprised him. Aurin thought if he was in a helpless situation again he would have been scared. He had tried to stay away from things like this because he didn’t know how he would react. Now though as he stared at the face of this new bully he realized that he wasn’t afraid. There was no real fire, no blood, no screams and insane bouts of laughter. Just four young boys, some who were more scared by what was happening than he was. He calmly faced that look on the other boys face with a frown on his own.
Then he smirked, one that quickly turned into a mocking sneer. “Four on one. Took all of you to do this to me.” He twisted his arms, trying to lift them up, testing the grip the other boy has on him. “You don’t even know what pain means.” He snarled, his words aimed defiantly towards the group but his eyes just on Constans. Just on the ringleader.
His eyes turned towards that flower as it was turned in the mage-boys fingers. There was for just a moment a flash there in Aurin’s blue gaze. Was that true? Did Beth only like him because she felt sorry for him? It couldn’t be true could it? For a moment he faltered. Then his gaze snapped back towards Constans like a whip, and his eyes burned just as hot and bright as the mage’s.
“You leave Beth out of this.” His young voice held an unmistakable edge of a growl to it. The kick to the ribs drew a grunt though, a hint of pain evident. He didn’t let that show on his face though, he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry.