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Tazenhani 
There was something nice about not looking up. It was a solitude sort of thing, where if you didn't see people they didn't really exist. Only the shoes told one which way to side step and when to. Of course, looking up may have prevented a certain run in with what felt like a wall.
One moment he had registered a pair of shoes directly in his path, and unsure which way they were going to go, had been in the process of looking up. The next, he was on his side on the floor, his palms stinging from how hard they had smacked against the stone and his vision blurry from the fist that had cracked him right in the eye. Pain started at his cheekbone and began to trail up to his temple, but it was of little concern compared to the one that had actually hit him.
A light touch to the pain in his cheekbone had him wincing at the split skin there, and his eyes darting (as well as they could) up to his assailant. Denver. He really should have known.
Dylan watched as Sabel fell to the floor, his cheek split. Good. He was glad Dakest was bleeding. For hurting Lexi. He stood over the younger boy.
"How dare you touch Lexi! Don't you ever go near her again." Yeah. You listen boy!
"Get up." He couldn't stand the boy lying on the floor. It was getting tiresome now. Even if it had only been a few minutes.