They hesitate for a moment when they see the boy gripping the bottle with strength, ready to pounce at them with the glass at hand, and when I think they are about to give up one of the group, a youngster filled with a pompous aura around him, the bearer of the golden bracelet, advances, not at once afraid of the other, a disgusting arrogant look to him.
"Wow, so this little cub has fangs hey? And here I was thinking you had prepared a welcoming party for us, went alone to an empty place all on your own and even brought the booze!" As he speaks he keeps approaching the boy, gesturing back and forth, and since the other has his attention on him he doesn't realize when one of the other, the sturdier meaner looking, jumps up out of nowhere and disarms him, earning a laugh from the others on the side.
