Slam!
The blue lockers behind her almost caved from the force of the shove, her eyes closing from the sudden impulse.
Hovering over Liora was a man with crossed arms, looking down at her with menacing vanity, the two at his side just recovering from their stretched arms.
"What's it gonna be, Rowan? You gonna cough over the lunch money, or do we need to punch it out of you?" He turned to his two buddies while sneering from his own joke, egging them on to raise their hands forward in balled fists. "I think these two here would much prefer that second option."
Liora turned down to her pockets, her eyes squelched from the burning squeezing her ribs tight. The two cronies had slammed her into her own locker, although the force behind it hadn't been enough to seriously harm anything.
