Aurin just stood there and stared at Constans for a long, awkward moment, emotion seething underneath the defiance on his face. Constans suppressed a satisfied grin as he watched the other boy's turmoil, casually rolling up the sleeves of his robe. He'd got under the kid's skin with that stuff, definitely. Two sets of blue eyes locked. Aurin swung.
Constans dodged, but too slowly; Aurin's rage-fueled punch cracked him under the jaw instead, and he stumbled back several paces. He snarled and shook his head angrily, trying to clear the white haze from his vision before Aurin went and did something like that a second time. Behind Aurin Alpin stood and stepped forward ominously, his young face grim, but Constans waved a hand, flashed a hard glance and the other boy stopped.
"Naw," he scowled at Aurin maliciously, running a hand up his jaw. "You run it just proves you're a pussy. This is more fun."
Without much warning Constans went from nursing his wounds to lunging at Aurin. One hand clawed at his shoulder, fingers trying to latch onto the collar of his shirt to keep him from dodging, the other balling into a fist and driving toward his stomach.