Menachem glared at the kids but then ran as fast as he could.

Will was fast. Bram was lagging behind, but compensated for it in loudness. "CATCH 'IM! CATCH IM!" he shouted into the night. "I'S A THIIIIIIIEF!"

Menachem growled, " I didn't steal a damned thing!" He took his chance to duck into some dark undergrowth to lose them.

Will chased him, but Bram just turned the corner and didn't see where his brother had gone. He looked around. Here he was, outside in the middle of the streets, alone with a fry-pan.

Menachem took the darkness to double back around the house. He saw the boy alone and tried to sneak up to grab the pan and him.

Bram turned the last moment and tried to hit the man with the pan.

Menachem grabbed itveith a smirk. "Wont be needing this. Since you wanna be a hero, let's let you play the part." He grabbed him and put his hand over his mouth as he ran.

Bram tried to kick Elijah and bite his hand.

Menachem ran and could ignore his futile attempts to kick. He kept his fingers curled so the boy's teeth couldn't find flesh to bite. "I suggest you calm yourself.."

But Bram did not give up his futile struggling.