One of the boys had broken a branch over his head, at which point they all began to kick and stomp at him with savage abandon, the large, bloodied boy having found his feet and joined the others with zeal. Alistar curled up into a ball and endured the beating, which was quite mild in comparison to those that the guard captains at Crystellum had forced upon him.
"Ow," uttered one of the boys, rubbing at his toes after kicking Alistar in the abdomen. "Why is he so hard? I feel like I just kicked a wooden—"
The boy fell to the ground beside Alistar, his forehead leaking blood down the right side of his face where a fist-sized rock had just smacked into his head.
"Get away from him, you losers!"