fist fight

The kid’s fist made contact with Dharros’ face with a sickening crack. The sound was so loud that it shocked Phemine for a few moments, delaying her reaction. As the kid sped away she jumped into action, grabbing Dharros and searching her bag for tissues. The nose was probably broken. Dharros was sobbing, tears mixing with snot and blood as he tried to bat Phemine’s worried hands away. Phemine swore that if she caught that brat, she’d… talk to his parents or something, she guessed. A 25 year old woman beating up a 14 year old, no matter how annoying, would not have flown well.

While comforting a frazzled Dharros, Phemine realized that she had lost sight of Navari in. Not a good sign. Her head whipped around hoping to quickly locate her sibling. She saw Navari walking towards the far end of the playground where the little shit had fled. Navari’s expression was almost giddy while following behind him, a tight smile stretched across their face while their hands flexed at their sides.

“Navy!” Phemine screamed in warning. Navari, however, was not in the mood to listen, and rounded on Dharros’ assailant. The boy had slowed down when he neared his group of friends. Phemine knew that Navari had guessed like she had that those boys were the reason Dharros had been coming home with bruises.

Navari grabbed the kid by the back of the neck and pushed him down to the ground. Phemine couldn’t make out exactly what was being said, but knew Navari well enough to know they were ripping him a new one. She struggled to calm Dharros down enough for him to let her pick him up so she could make her way over to Navari. Meanwhile, Navari had knocked all the bullies down and was going to town on the one who’d broken Dharros’ nose. Some distressed kids were screaming while the two teenagers fought (it was pretty one-sided).

“Touch my fucking brother one more time and I’ll rip your dick clean off!” Navari screamed and spat on the bruised boy. He swung as if to hit Navari but the smaller child dodged at hit him square in the jaw. At that point, Phemine had made it over to the group. She didn’t really know how to interject while holding onto Dharros, but it turned out she didn’t really need to.

“Ari…” Dharros whined when they got close enough. Immediately, Navari climbed off Dharros’ assailant and turned to them with a sweet smile.

“You okay?” Dharros nodded and Navari smiled before turning to Phemine. “Am I in trouble?”

Phemine glanced at the four crying boys laying in the dirt. “Yes.”