The Stranger glared at his smoking and hissing wrist, before looking over his shoulder and following the chain back to its source.
He was expecting a warrior that had broken free of his mind control through sheer mental will power, or somehow through the power of friendship, or even that the target had risen from her death slumber to stop him upon realising her pet was being beaten.
What he got instead, caused him to frown deeply and scrunch his face in disgust as if the result was a personal insult to him.
A scrawny, scruffy and homeless looking child held the other end of the chain. They looked like a strong breeze might knock them over and send them tumbling down the street, yet they stood firm as their stick thing arms trembled as they held back the strangers supernaturally strong arm.
