"What are you gonna do about it?" The bully taunted. Time froze.
"What will you do?" The man in white on my right shoulder asked.
"I... I don't know." I told him honestly. "I don't want to see the bully beating people up, but I don't know what to do about it.
"Beat 'im up!" Something—or someONE—popped up on my left shoulder. "Come on, show 'im whatchu got!"
I stared at Left, as I called him. "Hey... aren't you a satyr?"
"I'm a FAUN." Left glared indignantly.
"Satyr was the original word." I made as if to flick him, but Right stopped me for a moment. "Sorry, off topic."
"You could tell someone." Right suggested. "Defend the kid. Not telling anyone makes you just as bad as the bully."
I nodded, flicking Left off my shoulder as time unfroze.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked the kid as the bully stalked away.
"Yeah, thanks." He replied, feeling around for his books.