Sorry, FH derped there.))
The boy's eyes shifted to movements in the alleyway close by, and upon seeing three familiar, rough, scarred faces, he rolled them, and simply quickened his pace. Easily, the trio caught up with him, despite their stubby, fat legs compared to his long, slender ones. "Hey there, ergi!" The leader yelled, a stupid, wide disgusting grin on his face. Ken grunted at the insult, but said nothing more. The shortest in the group laughed a high pitched laugh. "Cat got your silver tongue, demon?" He snorted, but no reply came. The leader, angered by this, growled like a dog and reached up to pull the scarf at his neck, jerking the boy back and nearly making him fall. The others snorted and laughed at this. Ken narrowed his eyes and outstretched his hand, muttering a few words, and soon a crackling, small ball of red flew to the leader's face, and sure enough, he jumped back with a yell, releasing the taller boy and bringing his two hands to his face. Ken snorted when the other two went to their leader's aid, and he continued his way, fixing his scarf more tightly around.