Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

Bronco didn't stop, nor did he let Penn up when the Blackthorn claimed to be unable to talk from his altered position. Fig growled in frustration, wishing very much that he had less self-control and could join in on the beating. But, he knew better. This was all counter productive--it was just a pissing match now between the two hot-blooded teens. And at the end of the day, Penn Blackthorn didn't have enough common sense to listen to threats.

"Penn," Fig said sharply after his last, his own blood boiling though he took a breath to calm it. He looked again at Bronco, leaning a little into some of the natural authority he rarely let show without consciously noticing it. "Bronco," he said, "For Fennec."

They could murder Penn together later. For now, if there was even the slightest chance he knew anything at all about Fenn, then they needed to hear it no matter how it wounded their pride to not rip him to shreds right there and then.