The only thing that was going to be hard for the two of them, was that Milo wasn't fluent in English. He learned some here and there throughout school, but from what she was saying, he could only make out bits and pieces. And quite frankly, none of it really made sense. Words like kid, bat, stop; those he understood.
The swinging had continued, until he realized he had actually hit her a few times before stopping, stick held high, brows screwed together in both anger and confusion. If she tried to touch him, he might swing again. But the boy remained rooted where he stood, only after he backed away a few steps from the woman. He could have ran, but he felt that he needed to not turn his back on this stranger. Milo's lips parted, wanting to speak, wanting to ask her who the fuck she was, but nothing came out. Instead he spit at the ground. He wasn't going to talk to her. If anything, Angelica would have to coax him further to at least make him lower his weapon. He started to, in fact; lower his weapon that is, but she flinched a bit, which in turn made him raise it even higher.
A soft huff and he shouted, "Nicht in der Nähe!" (Don't come near!)