Draven hears the unexpected insult and stops in his tracks. His face is filled with shock, then anger. His eyes narrow as he stares in the direction of the voice.

Draven — « Did you just say what I think you said? »

Without another word, he runs over to the brat and grabs them by the collar, lifting them off the ground, then hurling them several feet away. The brat lands heavily, then rolls a few times before lying still in a heap.

Draven — « You little bastard, you think I'll hold back just because you're a damm kid?! Nobody talks shit about my motorcycle gang members, except me! If you have a death wish then consider yourself lucky because I'm going to send you to Valhalla! »

Draven's cigarette falls from his mouth as he shouts angrily at the brat, and the crowd starts to back away in fright.