"Let fucking go of him. Seems more like you're the kinda people I'd not want around my boys." They certainly didn't seem to want to get their hands off Michael. Bobby took another step closer to him, gesturing to the guy that was still holding on to him. "If you want to beat on him, you've gotta go through me."

And he didn't really see any of them lining up for that. Sure, they were enough that they'd have likely managed to overwhelm him by sheer numbers, but he was sure to put the hurt on them something fierce. Honestly, he was trained and none of them were, so he'd still put his money on himself. "Leave. Him. Be."

"...fine." The guy that had initially been hit on threw his hands up and backed off a step, glaring at Michael. "You fucking faggot better watch yourself. Queer!"