Really? (Dorian Attacks)

Djinn had gone into the forest near Glory's house to fetch something for her that they'd left behind yesterday.
He knew full well there had been little spies in the forest watching them then. Now, there was just Dorian following him.

The boy had a much bigger attitude about what he was capable of doing than he actually could do. He was noisy as hell.
Then again, Djinn had the hearing capacity of his Beast, the Wolf. He also had the nose of one: and Dorian stunk like a
still full of rot-gut Irish whiskey. He couldn't even get drunk right.

The only thing Djinn was afraid of was 'losing it' and unleashing something he'd left behind long ago. Glory had helped him
leave it behind. He didn't want to hurt Dorian, much less kill him. He kept walking - his breathing well controlled...
building that which would put the boy on his butt in no uncertain terms. He opened his right hand, down toward the ground,
gathering it's power in case he required a back-up slam.

Djinn spun around. The first projection of his *chi* seemed to do the trick as Dorian raced to jump him from behind...
but would the boy get up and try again?