Since kicking didn't work, Noah changed his strategy and tried to bite the man's arm - and if he managed, he would bite hard.

There was the urge to just do what the man was expecting and prove just how violent and disgusting they were. But he suppressed it. ...After what was about a moment of contemplation, Anthony went quiet and slowly backed away from the two. His cowardliness got the best of him, here.

Wesley yelled as the teeth came down, but he was ready. When Noah's head went down, he pulled his arm back again and slammed the young man's head into the bars again.

"This is proof you attacked me!" He held up his hand to show the evidence. "Now even Elijah can't help you. You'll stay there until the court decides to move you to the prison."

Noah yelled as his head was slammed into the bars. He closed his eyes in pain for a moment, but then shouted back: "You attacked me first, asshole!"

Back to just watching from the sidelines, then. Anthony wanted to do something again, but he didn't want to go to prison, and he was absolutely certain that this guy would twist anything that he did to make sure that he would. "Y'know, ser, if word got around about what you've done, you would lose your job in an instant," Anthony said, and put his hands in his pockets. That would do.

Wesley laughed. "Who would anyone believe? A well respected constable or you two?" He went to bandage his hand. "I think I'll throw you in to it as egging him on.." he gestured towards Anthony.

"I know people who can slit your throat if I ask them." Noah said.

"Well, sorry for insulting yer pride, sir," Anthony laughed humorlessly and sneered, before whipping his head around to face Noah as soon as the boy spoke. "Shut up, Noah. Your army of fourteen year-olds wouldn't stab anyone." He was mostly just saying that so that the kid wouldn't get into even more trouble.

Wesley shook his head as he started to treat his wound. "You are scared of an old man, you have no one to help you." He glared at both of them. "You're never getting out."

Noah glared at Antony. "Shut up!" And then looked back at the constable. "I ain't afraid of him. I just don't want to report it. And I certainly ain't afraid of you!"

He should be.