You Don't Dare Fire!

"Loyalist!" Leo screams.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them. 
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him. 
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.

"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.

Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing. 
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury.