[i]     The boys stared at Jace in silent contemplation, not knowing what to think of his sudden appearance. His expression was one that was filled with the intent of violence and they hesitated to say anything. After a minute, the supposed leader of the group stepped forward, crossing his fat arms over his chest in a failed attempt at looking tough. 
     "The hell did you say to me, boy?" He asked, eyes narrowed. 
     "I said leave him alone, you dick." Jace didn't hesitate to take a step forward; the other three stepped up to the others side in an attempt to make Jace run away. 
     "Why don't you just run along now before you get hurt. He ain't worth it."
     "You ain't worth running away from," he snapped, balling his hands into fists. "How can you  stand there and poke fun at a boy's dead mother? If you don't get like the dogs you are, then I will make sure you regret it."[/i]