As Glenn stomped past Roan and over to Peyton and Dax, Roan stopped as the large boy passed him, not wanting to get in his way. Peyton froze, too intimidated to move, while Dax took several cautious steps back, not brave enough to act. At Glenn’s threat, Peyton didn’t seem impressed, but he didn’t say anything either.

Clearing his throat, roan approached, giving the two a grin as he said, “Yeah, you don’t want to mess with Glenn, do ya? Not that I blame you, but messing with me is just like messing with him, so I’d count your blessings to Erther and get gone.” Dax gave Roan an angry look before relenting, turning and running. Peyton managed to wrench himself out of Glenn’s loosened grip, hitting the ground and running after his cousin.

With the two gone, Roan let out a sigh, mumbling, “Little brats.” Rubbing the back of his head, he froze as he felt something warm. Pulling his hands into sight, he cursed under his breath as he rubbed his fingers, red blood between them. Grumbling at the two cousins, he pulled a cloth out of his bag as he tried to absorb blood from the wound, turning back to walk on their path.