Ronal wormed out from under Aurin's legs as the other pair latched onto the dazed boy, but not quite fast enough to avoid a kick as he began to fight back, blindly lashing out. The youngest lad cried out, more in surprise than in pain, but the glance that all three older boys shared at the sound spelled even greater misfortune for Aurin. The two gripping Aurin's arms shifted places carefully, Alpin moving so that his knees straddled Aurin's head, holding his arms up and immobile, while Carrick wrestled Aurin's wildly writhing legs to the floor. When the boy still refused to stop fighting back, Alpin reared up and punched him solidly along his jaw.
"Quit squirming," the dark-skinned boy demanded, absently rubbing his hand against his chest.
"Did he get you, Ronnie?" Constans didn't even bother with Aurin for the moment, ready to console the gang's runt. Ronal shrugged dismissively, wearing his best serious face for the occassion. Amused, Constans tossed him the candy he'd offered to Aurin and watched as the boy's face split into a much more customary grin.
With Ronal now busy greedily unwrapping, Constans smirked at Aurin and took a knee beside the boy, trusting his lieutenants to keep him restrained. He made an L with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and slowly pointed the finger at Aurin's face, looking grim.
"Still want to see what kinds of spells I know?" A lick of flame crackled into life just in front of the tip of his finger, inches from Aurin's eyes.