Just as Federico Yarrow made his move, a coin mysteriously appeared in Julius Reed's hand.
With a flick of his thumb, the coin shot out and struck the wooden stick!
Under the tremendous force, the wooden stick flew backward and hit Federico Yarrow squarely in the head.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the youngsters who had been shouting joyously moments before suddenly froze in place.
"Is Yarrow… dead?"
Federico Yarrow hit the ground hard, blood pouring from his forehead, his eyes slightly open.
Seeing Federico Yarrow's sorry state, his companions lost any desire to trouble Julius Reed. They scattered like rats from a sinking ship, dropping their sticks and fleeing.
Such is the friendship in the Mortal World.
"He…"
"He's fine! He's just passed out, he'll come around soon."
Julius Reed saw Quella Radcliffe's concern and reassured her with a smile.
What had been a most romantic stroll for the two of them was abruptly cut short by Federico Yarrow's interference.
