Danny let warm water lap against his face, staining the porcelain basin with a swirl of red. He studied himself in the mirror. His eye was purpling, while a scrape on the left temple and an abrasion on his chin added to the collection of war wounds.
The animosity between Danny and Dennis had been growing since they were kids, but now that they were teenagers it seemed to have reached a fever pitch.
Danny wiped blood from his nose - the source of the mess - but it persisted dripping onto the floor, he didn't care. He smiled faintly as he reflected that, in spite of Dennis's superior size, Danny had managed to get a few clean hits in before they were finally dragged apart. A world of anger and long standing rivalry - fuelled by the hormones of adolescence and a desire to establish dominance in Beanotown.