[Closed] Bring The Ruckus [Great Bazaar]

[Nickorius]

Timestamp: 21st Day of Winter, 509 AV, Mid-Afternoon Scattered Shopping, With a Slight Chance of Sunshine It was mid-afternoon and the Great Bazaar was in full swing. Throngs of buyers pushed an shoved their way through the innumerable booths that covered the basement and area surrounding Stormhold Castle. Much gold was to be made to a man with a decent product and, more importantly, charisma. Few came to the market looking for a specific item, most came to see what was available that day. With those aims in mind, most of the buyers just wandered the Bazaar, passing the time by seeing all the curious items and foods that were waiting to be purchased. Going to The Great Bazaar was as much of a shopping trip as it was a leisure activity. It seemed as though practically every home-maker in Syliras was attending this day. It was a perfect day for the Bazaar. The bitter cold had subsided for a while, the cloud cover keeping the air relatively warm for winter. The Sun even threatened to poke through the clouds, creating a demeanor of hope in the air. Things had been going well for Syliras, it had relatively few roadblocks in it's recent history. Very few natural disasters(or rather inconveniences, for disaster was not quite a fitting work for mild windstorms), and few problems from Sunberth or any other enemies to the peace and civilized behavior that Syliras stood for. Though the day began in the same as any other for the over comfortable Sylirans. Danger had been almost non-existent for them for so long, that if anything happened, they wouldn't even know what to do. That's exactly what he was counting on. When things hit the fan, he was confident that panic and surprise would immobilize the unwitting citizens, cause large scale chaos. The cloaked man looked out through a murky window, up to the fading sun. It was just about time.

Fire! At the hordes of people carried on with their menial tasks, a catastrophe was in the making. The masses were too busy buying and selling meaningless nick-nacks to realize what was happening. A cloaked figure made his way through the crowd, assimilating himself into the throng of citizens. His face was turn towards the ground, he didn't want to scare anyone. Not just yet. He made his way into a high traffic area, with lots of carts. He smiled a crooked, menacing grin. Things couldn't be going more perfect. The cloaked figure bowed his head, muttering a quiet prayer, "Lord Defiler, I, a humble messenger of chaos, present these lives to you. This offering, of lives and sanity is dedicated to you. All of Syliras shall feel your presence." Raising his head he smiled and a burst of flames erupted at a near-by textile stand. The burst was enough to blind and singe the arm-hairs off of everyone in a 5-foot radius, all around could feel the intense heat for just a moment. As the burst died down and bystanders refocused their eyes, the sight they beheld was the horrible beyond belief. The entire stand was in flames, with a lone woman in the center, engulfed in fire, screaming for help. People too near to the shop during the explosion rolled around on the ground, patting themselves furiously while moaning in pain from minor burns that formed on every exposed body part. The rest of the unharmed crowd could just stand in awe at the destruction that had maimed a good portion of the surrounding crowd and was now making it's way to the adjacent stand. It was nearly a minute of pure silence, discounting the screams of the dying woman and her customers, until someone yelled "Fire!" At the top of their lungs." By then, the fire had spread to the surrounding stands and was well on it's way to engulfing the entire bazaar, but luckily, several Syliran Knights were making their way to the crowd, who had just realized the magnitude of the situation. As the realization hit, the crowd panicked furiously, yelling and running away from the fire. The distraught crowd held on to no chivalry as they ran away, pushing and showing others to get out first. This, of course, just made it more difficult to get away, and very difficult for the Knights to coordinate efforts to stop the spreading fire.

The Real Danger After the fire erupted the cloaked man disappeared from sight, finding himself again in a dark, wet building, chuckling to himself. Those stupid peasants can't handle even a small taste of chaos. Just as he had planned. These weak wastes of space wouldn't even know what to do when a real threat was unleashed on them. At least, that's what he hoped. He turned his face up, to survey the next part of his plan. His cold blue eyes met the matter of nightmares. Starting him straight in the eye were two horribly disfigured seemingly human bodies, holding crude weapons. The horrid creatures snarled at their 'master', their glazed over eyes seeing nothing more than an opportunity for bloodshed. The cloaked man almost recoiled at the sight of them. The slightly discolored skin was made more grotesque by the seemingly random lumps of flesh that dotted their entire body. Both bodies were riddles with lumps of bone where there should be none and numerous scars from battles past. Their faces were smashed in and re-healed at least once, leaving them with of-set noses and strange lumps, though their appendages maintained their function One had only one fully functioning arm, while it's other nub was strapped to a large piece of metal, seemingly a crude shield. It held a primitive club studded with bone and metal, on it's side was a stone axe, as much of a bludgeoning weapon as a hacking one. The other was just as burly, though he was at least 6'4" and had a huge frames, rippling with muscles, though some were out of place and misshapen. His face was his most remarkable attribute, mostly because his nose, or rather the cavity where his nose use to be was still bleeding. This one carried an over sized axe, in addition to a large gauntlet and a huge spear. The cloaked man looked at them, showing no fear, "Remember our deal. Follow the course I give you. I will release you once you get to the market. Attack anyone but me." The two mutants made their way out of the dank building and folowed the cloaked man to the Great Bazaar. With hordes of people running at them, the man scurried off to the sidelines and released the humanoids, once he was a safe distance away of course. Feeling their full abilties return to them, the disfigured men snarled and barked at the vast crowd running straight towards them.

OOC NotesWoot! This little adventure is open to anybody willing to face a little danger! Your first post should include why/how your at the Bazaar, or nearby. Somehow incorporate the fire erupting, and then, if you want to you can see the humanoids approaching. Or you can wait till they start to mutilate the townspeople to notice them. Be careful

[Rohnn]

Rohnn ran towards the horrific screaming and wailing that seemed to be just down the road. What could be the trouble in Syliras? He had only just arrived! His legs were going as fast as they possibly could with carrying the heavy-weight bulk he called a body but it didn't seem fast enough. Turning the corner, Rohnn saw the smoke rising. The ape-like creature's senses were going wild with the thick black gas plaguing the air.

'What on Earth is happening?!'

He thought, approaching the gates to the bazaar as two large creatures seemed to be entering. Out of the corner of his eye, a black figure seemed to be watching. Waiting for something. Both of the creatures seemed to be heavily armed, but the figure wasn't scared. It was excited.... Anticipating something.

"What's going on?!"

Rohnn shouted after it.

[Rikochin]

"That cannot be good...", Rikochin muttered as the tent was set ablaze, fiddling with his coin bag. He was about 100 yards away from the fire, but was only able to see the tip of the flames peeking above the heads of a growing crowd. A woman's scream escaped the inferno. Hmm, she sounds like a shrew. Not worth risking my skin..., he thought with cruel ignorance of the victim's well being. Rikochin glanced around, looking for somewhere else to shop, and stopped after hearing a far off roar. In the distance, he saw what seemed like two people, with something very big behind them. "What the hell is going on?" he asked himself, striding to meet the figures as they came.

Something was off about their movement; a painful stagger or a half trip. Possibly wounded. Rikochin brought one hand to the handle of his trusted dagger, incase of an attack.

[Stitch]

Stitch walked hand in hand through the busy bazaar with two children in tow, holding the hand of each quite tightly. There was a massive crowd, and before they had came to have a bit of fun, he had given each of the children a rather long lecture about the dangers of getting lost in such a crowd. Fentya and Damien had listened, only grumbling a few times; they had heard the lecture before and had realized that their only option was to just sit through it. As long as they nodded a few times and gave the indication that they were listening, Stitch would be quite happy. Fentya was coming along to buy some of the exotic ingredients that some of the more exotic vendors would bring with them to try and sell, and Damien was just coming along to get in trouble, and have some fun with some of his friends. Stitch was just here to escort them, and so far, he was having a blast. The three of them were checking out everything with sparkling eyes, excited and awed by the variety of colorful stands, foods, performers, and other happenings around the bazaar area.

Fentya cocked her head, glancing up at Stitch's tall frame. "You mind if I run to the other end of the bazaar? Usually the food is near the back of all the stands, I guess since people are probably hungry when they finish walking through all of these stands. I brought my own Mizas, and everything." Stitch paused, considering, and nodded, releasing her hand. She was a good girl, he trusted her. "Go right ahead, Fentya. Just come find this one when dusk arrives, alright?" She gave him a nod and darted off through the crowd, moving through it smoothly. Beside of Stitch, Damien squeezed his hand for attention, and opened his mouth. Stitch, as if predicting, didn't give him time to even ask.

"No, this one will not buy you everything, Damien."

A head filled with curls tilted up to gaze at Stitch, wide blue eyes sparkling at him slyly. "Oh, come on. Please? You know I have been good. You owe me a little something. I have been keeping in line all week." Stitch rolled his eyes, grinning down at the little boy, amused by his attempt to woo Stitch into getting what he wanted. "This one knows you think that cute little smile works with the ladies-" Stitch held up a finger, stopping the boy right as he was about to interrupt him mid sentence, and instead continued on. "-and no, one lovely Kelvic lady does NOT qualify you to inflate your head to double the size that it already is. That cute little smile does NOT work with this one." Grinning, Stitch shot Damien a challenging look, only to be met by a sulky glare as the boy shut his once-open and waiting mouth, crossing his arms and looking away. Stitch tried to contain a laugh, keeping his face pointed straight ahead.

Like normal, the blind man was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt, hiding his body stitches from the public, as well as long white trousers. White bandages were wrapped around both of his slim, muscled arms, as well as another white bandage wrapped around his eyes. Indeed he was blind, and the bandage around his eyes made it obvious to all. The only way he managed to see was by the power of his Auristics, and even that was a bit difficult. Especially in a throng of people such as this, where the auras mingled and crowded together, blurry blobs of life juggling for positioning up against dimly lit booths, filled with dimly lit items. It was still a light show, still something marvelous, but a bit annoying. It wasn't as clear as his normal sight, and always made him think back to when everything was crystal clear.

Oh well! No need to harbor such thoughts! Stitch forced a smile on his face, giving Damien's hand a slight squeeze. The boy absentmindedly returned the squeeze, tugging Stitch through the crowd, instinctively guiding the man.

A few seconds before the pillar of fire erupted, Stitch moved, seeing a sudden red blur light itself within the thick crowd, the color bringing a churn to his stomach. As he scooped the boy up in his arms, acting on pure instinct, the red blob exploded, turning into a large pillar of fire. The boy in his chest let out a yell, pushing himself hard into Stitch's arms, and Stitch went to a knee, wrapping his body around the boy and keeping one eye on the huge pillar as it died down. He knew it was fire. He had no idea how he knew, but he did. And to his horror, the fire was spreading. The red light was grabbing onto other lights, human and object alike, and infesting them like a disease. Stitch didn't move quite yet, holding onto Damien for dear life, staring in horror at what had just happened.

Where had the fire come from? Why had it lit? Could he hear screaming?

Screaming. Just like in his dreams. Just like when he had lost his sight. Someone was screaming for help.

Help.

Help them.

"Damien, run. Now." Damien untucked his head from Stitch's chest, staring up at the blind man. He was sweating, profusely. A look of fear was twisted onto his eyes, but there was also some kind of determination. Damien swallowed, a bit afraid for the man he considered to be his father. "Stitch...? Is everything going to be okay?" Stitch paused, tilting his head down to regard the boy. Smiling broadly, he hugged the boy tightly to his chest, squeezing him hard. "Everything is going to be okay, Damien. This one promises." Stitch stood, holding the boy still, setting him on his feet and giving him a light push to the alleyway. "Run to the Welcome Home, hurry. This one will get Fentya. This one loves you, remember!" The boy nodded, shakily working up a smile, and quickly burst into a run, darting into one of the side alleyways.

Hearing the oncoming crowd, the stamping of feet, the chaos erupting, Stitch turned to face the still-burning fire. He could still hear the screams of the woman.

The first person out of a huge crowd came at him, running, caring little for Stitch being in his way. Stitch simply sidestepped, his martial arts coming into play, turning his body sideways and lightly pushing at the back of the oncoming shoulder, encouraging it on it's path, allowing it to continue on unhindered as Stitch simply slithered by. The blind man found the nearest aura that was moving forward, just like him, locking onto that aura and focusing. As it cleared, showing up against the rest of the blurs, Stitch realized it was a soldier, heading for the woman as well, for the fire.

He got in line behind the man, and helped him along, redirecting people who surged against them, moving steadily, as quick as possible. He used the same method he had used on the first guy who had attempted to trample him, redirecting the oncoming force of multiple oncoming people, simply slipping around them. As he moved forward, another thing caught his eye, and once again caused his jaw to drop, and a new fear to rise to his heart.

Two massive black auras, surging and raging, looking like wild flames roaring to the sky. The auras gave him a sick feeling, a feeling of fear. The auras themselves looked horribly angry, evil, reaching out to snap at the fleeing people, to wrap around them. Stitch knew the auras couldn't harm the real world, but it looked as if they were trying. What was this? What were they? Even if the auras could not hurt a thing, he was sure the owners, the sources of the aura very well could.

Another scream reached his ears. She was burning. She was probably almost dead.

Hurry, Stitch.

[Abashai]

Abashai had returned to Syliras from their forest lair early to attend to some Cultural Council business. He expected Nya later in the day, after she patrolled her territory.

After passing through the main gates, Abashai dismounted and was leading Sus to her stall when he saw the first traces of dark smoke rising from the depths of the castle. A fire in the bazaar!, he quickly concluded. A sudden panic seized him...fire in the bazaar would be a deadly catastrophe, especially at this time of day. It would be full of people. Impulsively, he jumped back into his saddle and urge the Desertbred at a gallop through the narrow streets, yelling for those around him to make way.

Abashai eased back Sus in order to weaving through the crowd surrounding the castle, then through the throng fleeing the flames. He saw several knights heading down into the bazaar. He jumped out of his saddle, not pausing to remove his weapons harness, which he never wore inside the city, then rushed forward to follow the knights, hoping he may be able to aid them.

Chaos had erupted among the myriad of stalls, fleeing, shrieking citizens, a few soldiers and men trying to tear down stalls and remove them from the spreading flames. Others were trying to organize a bucket line to bring water from some nearby source. The smoke hung heavy in the enclosed market, making it increasingly difficult to see and irritated his throat. Abashai joined some desperate merchants trying to tear down a wooden framed stall of textiles and drag the wood and cloth a safe distance from the fire.

[Nickorius]

Back At The Stalls Back at the stalls, the fire continued to rage. The Knights had set up an assembly line, passing buckets filled with water from a nearby fountain. The Knights were oblivious to the death trap that was at the other end of the Bazaar. Over the roar of the fire and the desperate cries of the stall owners who's livelihood was being wasted away by a freak accident. The Knights were fervent in their efforts to stop the spreading fire. Every time they seemed to be on the last leg of their efforts, the fire would be given new life, springing up with new life. A sprinting knight ran through, hoping to join the bucket line, oblivious to his surroundings. One of those surroundings happened to be Abashai. The Knight ran into him at all force, sending them both to the ground. The Knight groans and jumped up as fast as he could. Panicked and stressed, he began yelling, "Get out of the way! Go! Get out of here! Now!"

On The Frontlines The cloaked figure smiled as his unnatural beasts began to growl at the pitiful peasants were now less that 50 yards from the war-mongering beasts. "What's going on?!" He heard someone shout. All he could do was smile and turn to the person, mumbling to himself, "You have been visited by the Lord of Chaos, silly peasant." Then he realized that the 'silly peasant' was a Jamoura, who seemed to notice him a little too much. Fearing that his true identity would be revealed to early, he disappeared behind a few stalls. It helped his efforts that a huge yell was let loose from one of the deformed humans, diverting the attention of anyone who might have noticed his intent watching of the situation. The huge growl was answered by the intense screams of the Grand Bazaar patrons that were practically now within arms reach of the horrible monsters. The people in the font lines fought furiously to stop moving forward, but the mob behind them pushed them blindly towards their impending doom, too preoccupied with their own safety from the fire to notice. The Noseless humanoid surveyed the mindless crowd with glee, picking out his personal victims. Looking deep into the crowd, he noticed a particularly flamboyant human, grasping at a minuscule weapon, far back in the crowd. That one would be his as well. He looked down at his counterpart next to him, lashing a malicious grin just as the front lines of the crowd got within arms reach of the beasts. With a roar, Noseless raised his gigantic ax, and brought it down directly on a beautiful young woman, messily splitting her is half and shaking the ground as is hit the earth. Gore spattered on the surrounding patrons, intensifying their screams. As a human slipped past him, he decided to take a different approach, swinging his ax in wide arcs, rending flesh an bone of the surrounding citizens, bludgeoning any who got too close. His smaller, but still intimidating, counter part was at work just as furiously. Darting around, maiming anyone who tried to get past Noseless. Bashing in the skulls of anyone too small or clever for Noseless to pick up. Women, children, everyone was just another kill for these battle hungry beasts. An expression of pure glee covered the mutant's blood spattered face as he grabbed hold of a child who sneaked under Noseless' legs, tearing it apart his tiny head with his bare hands. The crowd surged forward, most still unaware of the doom they were pushing their fellow man into a death trap. Some realized what was coming and fought against the crowd desperately, screaming at them to stop pushing. One voice among these rang out truer than the rest. A high voice, one of a child; "Stitch! Stitch! I can't stop! They keep pushing! Stitch! The monsters!" Damien's face flashed and disappeared several times. He desperately searched for the comfort of home, unable to stop from slowly moving towards his demise. Though he had a small chance of escaping, as they couldn't kill everyone (A few lucky ones slipped through the cracks), he needed a savior.

[Rohnn]

Rohnn's eyes widened as the cloaked figure began to run, attempting to escape his view. His legs began to carry him involuntarily towards the screams and smoke. Charging towards the havoc, the two creatures came into sight. It was mayhem; the over-sized mutations were tearing into the crowd like a production line as the civilians fed their bloodthirsty appetites by pushing row after row of lambs to the slaughter. Both women and children were torn limb from limb amidst the, now bloodsoaked, crowds as their men were viciously silenced when trying to protect them.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Rohnn yelled ferociously, his feral side emerging with the primal need to protect the innocence of the people. He could feel it flowing within him, writhing and churning in his body just urging for escape. He stopped within a few feet of the mighty beast and his....henchman, growling wildy and uncontrollably. Perhaps the Jamoura were prone to primal urges, after all?

[Stitch]

Soon after Stitch's heart was torn in two by the multitude of screams, he felt a tear streak down his cheek, carving a path through the soot and sweat the nearby fire had generated on him. People were dying all around him. He had gone to save one, the one in the most pain, the one in danger, and within seconds, more had met the end of their precious lives. He had paused in the middle of the street as he had heard the screams starting at the other end of the mob, away from the fires, letting himself be jostled to and fro. The black auras were killing people, a literal black whirlwind of death, to the eyes of the blind man. And now, his child, Damien, he was yelling for help. Screaming for help, begging. He had to save them all. He couldn't. He couldn't do a thing.

Another tear fled down his cheek, as the crowd surged around him, screams assaulting his ears. Then, Damien screamed his name again.

Stitch. Move.

A sob ripping out of his throat, Stitch ducked low, avoiding catching the attention of the massive monsters, and moved fast. He now turned his back on the burning woman, to his inward horror, and moved with the surge of the crowd, across them. He refused to let them push him, simply let them guide him and move him along, but never force him. As they pushed at him, he offered no resistance, simply keeping his balance and slipping past their shoving hands and arms. If he felt touch, he slipped by it, if he felt multiple touches, he went with it for just a moment. Steadily making his way toward the boy. He yelled, trusting the boy could hear him, but also trusting that his voice would go un-noticed to the monsters, as it was mixed with the many other yells of many other people. "Damien, quick, to the sides! To the stables!" Focusing his sight, easily picking out one of the very few extremely familiar auras, he locked onto Damien, and headed straight for the boy.

Gritting his teeth, he dipped into yet another skill he had practiced all his life. First the Martial Arts, and now the Flux.

As he moved, his body stung, the multiple stitched paths giving him the slightest bit of trouble as he moved. But, there was a point to that, a very dire point. He had found he could not manipulate the Flux to his will at first, without using a ton of effort, as it was incredibly hard to move the magic along the specific veins he had needed to move it through. But what if he made paths on his skin that were atop those specific nerves and veins, and used the minor pain caused by said paths as something of a focus? With this in mind, Stitch focused on his legs, he dipped deep within the pool of magic held deep within him, and let it flow. It spread from his stomach down into his legs, and for a brief moment, the muscles flexed. With a new burst of speed, Stitch suddenly burst his way to Damien, with a new level of balance, and speed. He would only need it for a few seconds, to safely escort the boy to the stables, while now fighting against the crowd, as well as keeping low. He said nothing to the boy yet, merely helped him along, making sure his magic continued to strengthen his legs.

[Abashai]

Abashai jumped to his feet, an angry grimace flashed at the panicked knight who had knocked him over. He was doing far more to help than this fool charging through the crowd hollering. In a rare loss of temper, the benshiran lunged forward, grabbed the soldier by his surcoat, pulled him close and growled at him. "Get control of yourself, man, and grab a bucket!"

Looking back the direction the fleeing crowd had run, Abashai left the knights to the fire. He wanted to make sure everyone was getting out safely and prayed that Nya was nowhere near the bazaar. As he pushed his way forward, the yelling of the knights and merchants fighting the fire was replaced by the horror-stricken cries of the people being slaughtered. It became almost inpossible to push through the panick-stricken crowd, caught between the fire and the murderous creatures. Eventually Abashai could look over their heads to see an unexpected sight that brought a sinister plan to light, It was a trap.

The carnage seemed to pause for an instant as a bizarre stand-off took place. The huge, mishapen monster wieding a huge bloody axe and his companion with his gory primative club, and a giant gray-furred beast that had stepped forward to confront them.

Abashai quickly summoned the power of the gnosis mark on his hands, directing the surge of Enervation to bring supernatural strength to his body. Fortunate to not have removed his sword after entering the city, he now drew the heavy khopesh and pushed his way to the edge of the crowd. Only then did he see the mangled bodies of men, women and children. The sight filled him with horror, crushing sadness and barely-controled anger. These creatures were no normal men. Without taking his eyes from the grisly attackers, Abashai yelled to the crowd at large, "Go call the knights, hurry!" He gripped the desert sword's hilt tightly, assessing the assailants and waiting for the right moment to act.

[Nickorius]

A Pitiful Resistance The nose less behemoth looked down at the Jamoura growling fiercely at him. The beast barred his teeth in a strange grin-like expression, his eyes sparking with the chance of a battle. After just a moment of the grin expression, the deformed humanoid began making a queer barking sound... a sort of twisted laughter. This unarmed ape was his only opposition? The coughing laughter racked his body, unstoppable for a few moments. The laughter subsided into merely an amused look on his face. This was going to be fun. Noseless looked straight through the Jamoura, with a glossy, feral stare that would leave even the most battle-hardened warrior uneasy. He licked his lips, covered in sores, lapping up the blood that had spattered onto his face. The blood of innocents was so fresh, so... pure. He had never tasted the blood of an ape. Hopefully today he would get his first taste. His face turned into a grimace as he raised his huge axe overhead. He paused for just a moment and grinned at the Jamoura. Then his whole body rippled with power as he stepped forward, using all his strength to bring his axe down hard and fast, right on the Jamoura's head. The attack was so sudden, it left the Jamoura just moment's to act or he would be just another casualty. Just another number in the massive death count of the day. ------------------- Noseless' companion was hard at work. With Noseless' attention fully focused on the defiant ape, lots of people were getting by him, giving his short companion way to much work. People were starting to slip through the cracks. The deformed humanoid utilized his bone and metal studded club and spiked shield in harmony, spinning and rending flesh from several victims at once. Every part of the weapon was used to bludgeon, slash or stab a citizen, but even that wasn't enough to keep dozens of people from escaping relatively unscathed. Though, that's not to take anything away from the dozens that were still being maimed and killed. A close observer would find that with this small hope of getting away made the people of Syliras willing to do anything to get themselves to safety. It was a horrible sight. The citizens would try to push each other down, creating an easy target for the monster, just to get away themselves. The animalistic man took advantage of these opportunities, crushing scrambling women's skulls beneath his misshapen feet. His whirlwind of death crept ever closer to the edge of the crowd as he immersed himself in the battle, fully focused, yet not focused. He was in his element completely.

Saving a Life A huge burst of energy coursed through Stitch's legs, redirected from his torso to his legs. The sudden burst slightly caught Stitch by surprise. He had done this many times before, but using a body beyond it's limits still took him off guard. Stitch made his way through the crowd far faster, though the burst of power and speed left him off-balance. Though, , he was able to turn potential trips and falls into just an awkward step, through his experience at re-directing force. He made his way to Damien soon enough, though if he had been just a few seconds later, Damien would have been lost to the mutants. Just feet away from the edge of the crowd, Stitch caught Damien's had and led him through the crowd. The Djed of his torso was still being redirected and his feet were carrying him faster than Damien could keep up. The boy did his best to keep up, but he just couldn't keep up with a fully grown man with overpowered legs. As a result, Stitch was dragging him as much as leading him to the stables. Despite a few skinned knees and elbows, they made it to the stables unscathed.