"Crack!"
A muffled thump erupted as the wooden door slammed Ricky in the face, sending him flying back through the air.
He was a fatso that weighed in excess of 100kg, and he was falling into the crowd.
Everyone dispersed to open up some space, and watched as he thumped heavily into the ground. He lay dazed on his back with a red door-mark on his face, just as if he had just had the soul bashed out of him.
Mag was also a little taken aback upon seeing that. He had just finished breakfast, and was coming out to remind Amy about her morning lessons. However, he wasn't expecting someone to be charging at the door, and sent them flying as he opened it. Thus, he was feeling a little apologetic as he looked at the dazed fatso on the ground. If the victim were a customer, then his business could suffer.
He was sent flying by that door! Mag really isn't someone to be messed with!
