You were being tackled by a group of thugs. "Stop squiming, damnit." One of them said, punching you in the eye.

You fell to the ground, as you got up to attack them you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Leave."

It was Levi. Your best friend. To your surprise, the group did as they were told. They ran. You were watching them leave as Levi put his finger on the wound, gently.

"Does it hurt?"