The portly man with sausaged for finger held the terrified boy in an iron grip his hand hovering above the lad only to ease away as a woman called out, "Oh yeah and what do you care about him?" His lecherous gaze took hold of her womanly figure, and a dark smirk took hold of his lips, "This boy's ah thief and deserves what he gets, or do you condone thievin miss?"

Percy had blood streaming from his nose, a lump atop his head. His mind reeled as he tried to work out what was going on or more importantly how to get this man to let go. He pulled, tugged, and struggled about ready to bite the man's hand if his little mouth could get to it.