[ The young men are confused. Yan Qing thinks they're more confused than usual so it's nothing strange, but they are angry, lashing out at him for getting in the way. Mind your own business! ]

Woah, woah, woah! Talk about pot and kettle. What did that kid ever do to you, huh? Kinda pathetic, going after a pipsqueak like that.

[ A thought tugs at his lip. ]

Hey, I got an idea. Why doncha try me? [ He glances at Sen and the boy and cocks his head away from the commotion. Go. ] That's something to write home about, eh?

[ Now he doesn't want to burn the city down, but he has been looking for a fight. He gets into position, his smile twisting into something confident, something so full of itself that it begs them to wipe it off his face. He's not putting his life on the line. He's just killing time. ]

How 'bout it? I'll take all of you on!

[ His teeth gleam when the landen come at him with clubs. ]