[Almost a decade, but Hakkai's not going to argue, instead sighing dramatically enough to be visible even from Leo's bench.]
I'm not sure whether to thank you for that or not, but there's no need to break anyone's bones...
[He looks up, to see the less showy of the two punks taking a swing in turn, and sighs again.]
Or perhaps there is.
[The pop of a dislocated shoulder is barely audible, but the scream of the kid dropping to the ground and curling around his injury is hard to miss. Hakkai ducks the second swing, one foot coming around to neatly sweep the other boy's feet out from under him and drop him into his own pathetic heap on the concrete.
The tagger tosses his paint back into the box, grabs the box, and makes a break for it in the same direction as the first three would-be escapees. Hakkai crosses his arms and waits.]
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I'm not sure whether to thank you for that or not, but there's no need to break anyone's bones...
[He looks up, to see the less showy of the two punks taking a swing in turn, and sighs again.]
Or perhaps there is.
[The pop of a dislocated shoulder is barely audible, but the scream of the kid dropping to the ground and curling around his injury is hard to miss. Hakkai ducks the second swing, one foot coming around to neatly sweep the other boy's feet out from under him and drop him into his own pathetic heap on the concrete.
The tagger tosses his paint back into the box, grabs the box, and makes a break for it in the same direction as the first three would-be escapees. Hakkai crosses his arms and waits.]