He turned around. Three men, three huge men, stood before him, pounding their fists into their hands. Their faces held malicious grins. Each wore his strength and power as means of intimidation, but none moreso than the speaker. He turned to his associates.
Some people just have to be taught the hard way, fellas.
The speaker and his partners closed in on the boy, menacingly. Dropping the water container, he turned to run, but a large hand grabbed his shirt and slung him against the alley wall. He tasted blood as he slumped to the ground, but they were not finished. Powerful arms lifted him upwards until his face met that of his tormentor, feet leaving the ground. He tried feebily to struggle, but was held tightly.