They're at it again.

'You'll shut the hell up Pearce.'
'Or what?'
'Or you might accidently trip and cut your throat on something sharp.'
The shouting erupted rather suddenly, as Kev and Lukas thundered outside, slamming the front door behind them. All heads turned and some stood, as if they were going to run in and do something, but nobody did, not at first. 

'What, some tabloid gives you a little nickname like the 'Northamptonshire Ripper' and suddenly you're everyone's worst nightmare? Oh please.' Kev rolled his eyes, and chuckled to himself, raising an eyebrow. In response, Lukas hurled his body forward suddenly the two men were toe to toe, foreheads pressed together. It was then that I realised how big they both were. Individually and as docile as they were on their own, neither ever assumed a manner of authority. But then, when they were squaring up against each other, chests pushed forward and brows low over their eyes, the air with thick with anticipation. The realisation dawned on me that both was capable of doing serious damage to the other.