That noise? That noise didn't strike Raylan as a particularly human sound. Of course, the amount of adrenaline pumping through Raylan's veins right now and his focus on the idiot with the knife, he's willing to chalk it up to the situation itself.

"Fucking Bleeders!" The kid yelled, gnashing his teeth with a white knuckled grip around the small knife. He didn't move forward but wasn't yet willing to retreat. "The last thing we needed was more of you. You're shit just like the rest of them!" Anger and desperation colored the young man's voice. "And now you're protecting some half-breed. I should kill you both."

Raylan avoided heaving a large sigh and shaking his head. Same story, different place.

"Kid, we're not going to give you lecture about just how cowardly it is to beat up anyone smaller than you. Especially, someone with a puppy just so you can prove you've got balls that function. Little tip? No one's impressed by that no matter how many times your friends slap you on the back after." Raylan's tone stayed easy, but firm and the muzzle of the gun never wavered. "Now, put the knife down, easy like and just walk away."

The kid growled at them as all that false bravado started to fade and Raylan could see the fear starting to kick in.

"They'll kill me." The boy muttered.