The monsters were swift to take chase. Running with astonishing speed for creatures of their stature, two of the fleeing people were caught. Five of the horrors began to feast on the corpses in plain sight, right on the small streets away from the market where they had managed to catch the fleeing people. As in for the remaining seven monsters, two were drawn to the abandoned goods by the smell of meat and animal feed.

The remaining five had chased some other the other running humans, but to no avail; the fortunate people had managed to bar themselves inside nearby buildings. The doors were confusing to the dimwitted monsters. Keenly aware of their prey's presence within the buildings yet unable to force their way through the doors or open them, the monsters merely let out a caucophony of horrific sounds. Gutteral roars accompanied banging on the walls and the sounds of feet scurrying atop the roof. One of the bloodstone horrors managed to find discover a chimney thick enough for it to fit through, and the beast clambered down it and into the home.

As in for the hulking construct, he was not distracted by the fleeing humans so much as what overwhelmed his senses. The smells of the small town, the sounds of the people eating and working and breathing, the warmth of the dying sun's rays all served to bombard the bloodstone behemoth with a thousand impressions that he had never felt before.

The disorientation rendered by these sensations combined with the distress caused by Moggotheddon's torment that had driven the horrors upwards caused a blind rage. With a mighty roar and footsteps that shook the earth and left impressions in the cobbled roads and plaza, the beast lumbered through the streets, crashing through buildings in his way. The huge stony beast was so heavy that his momentum alone carried him through any wall or door that stood in his path as he went on a blind rampage, smashing things that gave off bewildering sounds or smells.