[Hahhhh. The boy snorts, before frowning at the last bit. He could easily recount it, but something bugs him about the idea...mostly...]

...Friend of mine started a fight. Other end didn't figure stopping at him was enough since I'd stepped in to break it up. They're not kidding when they say they move fast, you know!

[A dry laugh, and he sighs.] ...Obviously there's more than just that, but...

...Well. I think dying was enough of a strike back on him after all. [He'd rather not expose a friend of his to any rage right now. Other than his own at least.]