"Don't listen to him, Nick. Just stay behind me. I can handle this." Abel shook the doubts that were beginning to form in Nick's mind away. The blond boy looked up at Abel's wide back and nodded slightly. He did not want to ever return to his father's house, because he knew it would not end well.
"Fine, then! Have it your way." Nick's father grunted in irritation before attacking. He lunged at Abel, with his arms drawn back to punch Abel, but his fists were easily caught by Abel's open palms.
While he kept the man's hands occupied, Abel's eyes followed the movements of the three other men who accompanied Nick's father.
The one who had spoken before circled around Abel's left, while one of the other two circled around his right. The last one remained behind. Abel guessed he was a long range fighter, probably a mage of some sort, as Abel failed to spot a bow and any arrows on him.
