Not so tough now are you?" Leona groans in pain as he is thrown into the wall again. These kids always liked to pick on him, it’s probably out of jealousy of his title as Prince. Not like he asked to be one. Two of the kids grab him by his arms keeping him in place. The other laughs walking towards him, retracting his claws. “Little Prince won’t look so pretty with a scar.” Leona desperately tries to get away but to no avail. The kid scratches him across the face, right over his left eye.