Anastasia was trying her best to keep up with the man. But seeing how she didn't get fed as often as she'd like, she was a bit slow and groggy. She ran behind him, her small arm in his large hand and bare feet trying desperately to keep up with his speed. She saw as some people dropped to the ground clamping their hands to their wars to block out the sound, it didn't bother Anastasia in the slightest. She kept her pace and when they stopped in front of the girl who looked as if she was an assassin, she finally caught her breath. But no sooner had they stopped, she was spun back around and dragged back down the alley. -Why am I being dragged? This guy reminds me of one of my masters I had a while back-. She ran as quick as she could.<br/><br/>She looked around and saw nothing but chaos in the alley and in the town clearing. Slaves were turning on everyone, she looked over at a man who was being held down by a young boy, the boy raised a brick over his head and slammed it down on the man repeatedly with surprising force. The man let out a few screams before going silent and laying limp on the ground, but the boy didn't let up, he just kept hitting him with the brick on a fit of rage. Anastasia could understand his anger, but that was a little but over the top for such a young boy. She looked back at the girl hoping she had followed them, which she had, and then back up at the man who saved her. -Note to self, ask their names when we get out of this mess- she thought to herself.