Nael was still in shock. As soon as he regained consciousness, he immediately grabbed Nathan's hand, as if anticipating that the boy wanted to fight.
"Nathan, don't!" Nael warned.
Nathan was still overcome with anger. He roughly pushed Nael's hand away, then stared at Franc, who was standing there rubbing his cheek.
He shook his head cynically. "You're still asking if I hit you, you idiot," Nathan said.
Of course, his words made Franc's anger peak. Even so, he just stared with red eyes. His breathing was irregular, he was still too shocked.
Nael felt the tension. No one spoke for a few seconds, until Franc walked closer.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" he hissed, his mischievous smile completely gone, replaced by a reddened face.
Instead of backing away, Nathan moved closer. "I hope not," he replied.
And in the next second, a fight broke out.
"No! Don't fight!!" Nael shouted in panic. He tried to pull one of them away, but they pushed him instead, sending his body flying.
