Constans didn't relinquish his grip on Aurin's shirt after the first punch, pulling back his fist to hit him again when the boy hunched over in pain, this time at his face. His hand clenched harder but failed to attempt the blow, Constans stunned for the briefest of moments by Aurin's very literal thick skull cracking against the bottom of his jaw. He growled, actually growled through his teeth and swung at Aurin's face in a wild rage, packing even more force than before into the attack.
Behind them both Alpin watched like a dog set over a pack of sheep, starting to pace around them without a further word. Carrick catcalled mockingly, "You gonna let that little shit hit you again, Con?"
Ronal didn't budge a muscle, pressed to the wall as though if he tried hard enough perhaps he could disappear into the stone.