Marcus dug his toes into the dirt, lifting his body up and giving him a little push. He then hopped up in the air momentarily. Gravity was not existent for Marcus right now. As of right now, Marcus started floating in the air. He cut through the air majestically. This is from the item he devoured earlier: the feather.
Not exactly a means of offense, but the object does grant him the ability to cover ground. It temporarily grants him less gravity to hold him down. It's almost similar to flying, but he has to land at some point. Marcus floated in the air until he managed to grab onto a tree branch.
Using that, he climbed onto the branch. He then jumped to a tree to tree as if the man was walking on the moon. Marcus' footsteps were very light and quiet. He watched as the kids ran through the woods. This was a first for Chef Object, following a bunch of demonic kids.
Marcus peered over his shoulder quickly. He wondered where the hell everyone else was. "What the hell are they doing?" Marcus thought to himself.
The kid struggled to get out of Kurt's grasp but to no avail. The sledgehammer attack caused him to become briefly stunned. Having a giant lizard man hold him down did not make escape any easier. His eyes looked around and could not find any allies, only the enemies. His tiny legs kicked in the air rapidly. Though things did look grim, the kid felt he had a chance.
That was, of course, his mindset. When the magic woman spoke, he stood still with angered eyes. Looking at the woman directly, he started cursing and warning her. "No, don't do that. You are messing with something greater than you-- he is not going to be happy!" The boy squirmed and attempted to get the handoff of his forehead. His actions and voice became more panicked. "Okay, okay! I will tell you what I know! Head north into the for-"
The boy began to scream in a high-pitch voice. His head started to move and sway swiftly. Almost like pain completely overwhelmed his body. Immediately, his voice cut off and his composure came back to him. His hair stood straight up and his eyes became black as night. He started speaking in tongues before he translated into English. His voice deeper and more intimidating.
"Greetings, meddlers." The kid spoke with a different tone and voice. He sounded almost grown. More than likely, this individual brat became possessed. "I wondered and now I know of what is becoming. Nothing more than adolescents, disgusting. Heed my warning, go back home and you shall see another morning. Come forward, and you will be in mourning." The kid smiled from ear to ear.
"You can keep this kid and act like the victor. I am just comfortable knowing that I get to keep your sister. Don't worry, soon you will be an only child. Your sisterhood will be unreconciled. Do not try to pursue me. What awaits you is only going to be met with agony and misery." The child began laughing, his head reared to the sky.