Immune to punches

The boy took a quick step back and turned to face
the new threat.

"That's my money. He's just holding it for me."

The angel wasn't wearing just boxers anymore.
Somehow he'd ended up in jeans and a T-shirt, with
sandals on his feet.

"So what's the problem? Why don't you get the
money from him, and give us your money too?"

The angel stepped forward and said, "It wouldn't
be the right thing to do. Why don't you boys run on
home and ... "

With that the leader of the boys lunged forward.
There was a reflection of light from metal in his hand.

Cyrus wanted to cry out, but his throat felt frozen.
The metal hit the ground and the boy cursed,
holding his hand.

A moment later the other boys were on him. The
angel simply stood, as though nothing the boys did
could hurt him.

Hitting him hurt THEM though, and when the
angel said again, "Go home," they broke and ran.
The angel stepped forward and put a hand out.
"What am I going to do with you, Cyrus?"

Pgs. 43-44