There was something in Lesier's eyes that moment. A tear? "Ha'zi, bless you. I've lost my family. My own sons and daughters abandoned me. I'm old and haggard. My entire life has been poor. I was weak, pathetic, but when I found you I realized I could help. I could teach you and parent you. You brought some hope to my meaningless, worthless life. Even if I die-when I die, I hope my memory will live on in you." He said, taking the boy's hand and rushing with him as fast as his old, wobbly legs could take him.
"Nuo, stop! THE THING!" Radaa rushed into Iver and Elodrin, stopping them. They turned to see the giant hurl its load of rocks straight at their ship and campsite with a thundering WHOOOSH.
Lesier stops, seeing this, turns and throws himself onto Ha'zi, pushing the boy to the ground and shielding him as a barrage of rocks, cobble, debris and scree pummels into them. The entire campsite, the few stragglers carrying the barrels, the ship, everything was smashed by the giant's catapult of rocks.
Although, Lesier tried to shield Ha'zi it was not enough to save the boy. The old man was shredded by multiple rocks, the only remaining body part, the left side of his face, lay covered in sand on the ground next to Ha'zi. The boy was also damaged. His right leg was blasted into nothingness, a slice of meat from his upper torso had been penetrated and removed, even some fragments of cobble resided in one of his eyes. It was not enough to save him.