John gave him a look. One that said 'Of course that was the next step. Why wouldn't it be, Nanny?' It wasn't as if he had found a way to really adjust his magic to Mathias just yet. Now he knew what else didn't work. A bit of trial and error while exorcising some inner frustrations.

Now he just had bruised ribs.

"Left over from the rest of the population. Because then, if he was brought here before the first of us, what happened to the rest of his company? Occam's razor, mate. Don't over complicate it if you don't have to."