[Rhus cant deny that berating these youths into eternal shame was satisfying. ... Possibly a little more than kicking one of them hard enough to possibly break his eggs.]

Aye. [He kicks the nearest boy in the rear to get him moving, and grasps the back of the neck of the Green-Jeweled youth in warning, given how he would be able to break through Purple-dusk Craft with some amount of effort.] Try an' call more friends again, an' this shall continue to happen, over and over.

[Though perhaps they wouldn't try. Rhus has some inkling of how to keep them from doing so, but attempting would take time and effort, and possibly a nosebleed as he tries to make magic he's unfamiliar with work. That's not something he can risk right now, he's not familiar with fine workings using magic.]

March to the Queen's residence. Takame, herd them behind me, an' I'll keep this boy up in front.