"Shut it, whimp!" The lupine snarled. "We're here for the freak!"
Tyber's hands firmly grasped the grips of his training rods. "You'd be wise to leave this area. Right. Now," he growled, his voice having a dragon-like thrum to it.
"And who's gonna make us, tenderfoot? You?" one of the canines laughed.
"If needs be," Tyber responded. In a raspy, thrumming, threatening voice, he hissed, "Leave now or face me."
"Was that an ultimatum?" the Lupine chuckled. "I love ultimatums. Here's mine - either go home or we break bones."
Tyber, still looking at Lee-Jay and Dadison, closed his eyes. "So be it." When he opened them again, the crimson in his dragon eyes seemed to glow. He drew the training rods, rounded on his three assailants, and engaged. Trying to fight Tyber was like trying to grapple with a shadow - he was a blur, whirling and smacking the boys' arms and sweeping their legs from under them. In seconds, all three boys were on the ground groaning. Tyber stood among them, his wooden rods held in his combat stance, with the right-hand blade held crossing above his head, and the left-hand blade crossing the right side of his ribs. He twirled the rods and sheathed them, walked away. "Bad enough you challenged a dragon-shifter - worse still, you snarled at someone who merely told you to leave. Accost us again, and you will learn there are worse things than a 'freak' like me." The lupine looked confused, but got up and left. Tyber turned his attention to Lee-Jay and Dadison, the glow in his eyes gone. "I'm... sorry you had to see that. I was unaware Chet was in this neighborhood. Punk's had me singled out for some time, but never tried to pick a fight with me. Seems dad was right."