The two others backed away, their boldness suddenly lost, the wanting to kill now lost, only fear remained. They started sweating and walking backwards, tripping over themselves pathetically. The first, the leader, Bull, let out a groan as his fist was forcefully shoved into the wall. Once on the ground he grabbed the broken hand and stared at it in dismay, but it made him even madder. He turned and stood up while Tarkir was paying attention to the other two and punched him in the back with his left fist.