The posters hadn't gone unnoticed by the older boy. He remembers what Luca told him about his homeworld. The dangerous line he once trod, worried about the people of the town attacking him. It was an unfounded worry, he knows, but for a while it was not and this memory really shows it.

Varian keeps his attention on Ercole, finally, finally he has an acceptable outlet for all the rage that's been bubbling away in him all month. He sneers, and as he does so, his teeth grow and sharpen- they become the same rocky substance his skin is made of, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Yeah? You think so?" he holds up his palm and fire bursts into life in it, he takes a step closer to the nasty little bully. "I'd love to see him give it a try. I really would."