Irwin vs svartalves

And then Bigfoot Irwin roared, “I said no!”
The kid twisted his shoulders in an abrupt motion and tossed one of the brothers away as if he weighed no more than a soccer ball. The bully flew ten feet before his butt hit the ground. The second brother was still staring in shock when Bigfoot Irwin sat up, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and rose. He lifted the second brother’s feet off the floor and simply held him there, scowling furiously up at him.
The Bully Brothers had inherited their predatory instinct from their supernatural parent.
Bigfoot Irwin had gotten something else.
The second brother stared down at the younger boy and struggled to wriggle free, his face pale and frantic. Irwin didn’t let him go.
“Hey, look at me,” Irwin snarled. “This is not okay. You were mean to me. You kept hurting me. For no reason. That’s over. Now. I’m not going to let you do it anymore. Okay?”
The first brother sat up shakily from the floor and stared agog at his former victim, now holding his brother effortlessly off the floor.
“Did you hear me?” Irwin asked, giving the kid a little shake. I heard his teeth clack together.
“Y-yeah,” stammered the dangling brother, nodding emphatically. “I hear you. I hear you. We hear you.”
Irwin scowled for a moment. Then he gave the second brother a push before releasing him. The bully fell to the floor three feet away and scrambled quickly back from Irwin. The pair of them started a slow retreat.


Brief Cases, B is for Bigfoot, Page 56-57