The way Jouko appeared to completely take the take-down in stride, unnerved Berwald. He obviously wasn't dealing with as big of a rookie he thought he was. The smaller man had been part of whatever gang he was in for a decent amount of time if the physical threat literally weighing down on him, didn't phase the junkie one bit. The Swede was now uncertain of how to beat the bravado out of this one; it wasn't everyday someone didn't openly retreat as soon as Berwald started pulling his intimidation tactics.
“Yeah! Get him, papa!”
At the sound of that familiar young voice, the mechanic froze and rushed to his feet quickly, just in time to catch sight of his boys sprinting down the sidewalk towards the shop. School bags were tossed carelessly aside and before Berwald could stop them both Peter and Larsson were upon Jouko in an attempt to help their dad.
Just as quickly, Berwald had an arm around both youths and hauled them off and away from the gang member, before any harm could befall them. He'd done so with a bit more strength than he'd wanted to in his rush to protect his progeny, as both boys complained about the hold.
“Ow, dad, let go!” grunted Peter, the taller and oldest of the two. He kicked his legs to try and free himself, but his dad's grip was too secure.
“Fuck!” swore Larsson, trying the limp noodle technique. His attempt was a failure as well.
“Language,” growled Berwald in a clipped tone, adjusting his grip and then setting both kids back on their feet a safe distance away from Jouko. “Bags. Inside,” he ordered, pointing at the discarded backpacks, then gesturing towards the garage in one swift and steady motion, causing the boys to start whining in protest.
“Papa, we want to help kick his butt!”
“In. Side,” repeated Berwald, glowering quite darkly at both kids. Their mouths snapped shut, they skittered towards their dropped bags, and then raced into the garage, using the door at the back of the shop. Larsson, the braver of the two, lagged behind a bit and tried to hide behind the counter to loiter. That was until he heard his dad's foot steps stomp towards him and with an 'eep!', was up the stairs and into the apartment right behind his brother.
Standing halfway inside his garage, Berwald wondered why his boys were home so early from school. A look at the clock confirmed that they were indeed early, and that he hadn't simply forgotten to pick them up from bus stop. Walking over to the telephone at the desk, he looked for recorded messages; there was indeed one from the school, explaining that due to a broken water pipe all of the children had been sent home, so an inspection and repairs could be done. Classes would be cancelled the next day as well and parents should expect a call on the morrow, to be informed of when classes would resume.
Meanwhile, both Peter and Larsson had set up camp in the apartment window on the second floor and were alternating between making faces at Jouko and gesturing rudely. They ducked down though, once Berwald re-emerged outside to deal with the junkie.
“S'best if y'left,” the tall mechanic ground out, looking both angry and nervous. Scanning the other side of the street, he couldn't find the mysterious man from that morning.
“M'gonna f'nish this job n' then dun want 'nythin' t'do wit' ya or th'pals y'run wit',” Berwald added, giving the road another good look, before turning his gaze on Jouko. Then his face hardened, shoulders squaring and he drew himself to his full height. “Bring 'ny trouble t'm'boys n' th'bike's not th'only thing I'll work o'er,” the mechanic threatened, icy eyes promising a lot of pain, and this time, there was nothing being held back in that stare.