"I will not strike you first, young man," Elias said quietly. Then, he tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping an octave, carrying clearly across the silent room. "But before you attack me... do you promise not to cry?"
A few people in the bleachers gasped. Julian’s face flushed bright red. The laughter he expected from the crowd didn't come; instead, they were staring in stunned silence. His ego, already massive, violently rebelled against the insult.
"You're going to eat those words, janitor," Julian hissed.
Julian exploded forward. He launched a lightning-fast one-two punch combination aimed straight at Elias’s jaw, intending to stop them an inch from the old man's face to scare him.
But Elias wasn't there.