Conlan almost looked in shock as the small elf child leapt and clung to the leg of one of their attackers. Now she was in the fight, and having only one hand would mean COn couldn't both defend her and the flowers at the same time.
On top of that, Conlan knew more fighting would probably lead to Alderic getting hurt just enough that he'd complain, and even if the other kids were bullies, they didn't deserve to be pounded into the dust. A knight must be strong, and skilled in battle, but also merciful. Con reached out to grab the shirt of the boy closest to him, the one with the girl on his leg, making sure the flowers were out of his reach.
"You guys lost. You can't beat us when there's four of you, do you really wanna keep fighting till this two of you? Or one? Why don't you run home now, and stay away from kids who don't deserve to be picked on." He prayed they would listen, but he was ready to drop them all if they didn't.