As the group stood in the castle room, Marcos held his hands together, calming himself for the moment. He could feel the tension build again. And it wasn't just him, this time. There was something that was fixing to happen. He was right. In an instant, everyone was starting to fight. Marcos didn't bother with a weapon. Instead, he used his bare hands. To the pirate that was drawing his cutlass at him, Marcos punched him in the lower torso before throwing him in another guard's direction. This made the second guard fumble to the ground, under the first one. 

Marcos felt this was a good time to let out all the fear and anger he had built up inside of him from his life as a slave. He grabbed a pirate by the frock coat and started punching him repeatedly. When his arm tired out, so did the pirate. He fell to the ground in pain, holding his face. Marcos brought a kick to his groin before starting to swing at another pirate. He wasn't against fighting dirty. When Marcos fought, it was with a primal mindset. Either him, or Marcos. Did that make him a good fighter? No, not per se. Just a determined and driven one.

Marcos, in the midst of fighting a random pirate, was grouped up upon by three others, all of them pointing weapons at him. Cutlasses, flintlocks, axes, knives, and the like. This was when Marcos thought about using a weapon. He went for one guy's axe. It was a woodcutting axe. So, it was easy to grab and disarm the pirate. Running through the now disarmed pirate and knocking him down, Marcos raised the axe and brought it down, striking in his center mass, killing him after a second, similar swing. He was already now covered in blood. 

Marcos then turned to the others, who watched a rebellious ex-slave turn into something deadly. In his anger-fuelled attack, he hit another in the side of the head, almost separating his skull from his jaw. That was two, now. One tried to catch him in a vertical strike by a cutlass. It got his shoulder, but Marcos had the upper hand, catching him dealing with the rest of the swing. He swung the bloody axe at him, severing his spine at about the shoulders. Three down. The last one had a knife. And, being a complete idiot, running towards him with the blade. Marcos hit the man in the face with the blunt end, causing him to stagger back and drop his weapon, on his knee, in pain. Marcos then brought the axe up, and then down, splitting the man's head like a block of wood. 

Now here he was, surrounded by pirates defeated by him. Some were incapacitated by his unarmed ability. Others, killed by his usage of the woodcutting axe. He was covered in blood and body matter now. "One hell of a first day on the job," he thought to himself, spitting someone else's blood out of his mouth. He took a moment to catch his breath, assessing his surroundings. No pirates were focused on him, now. He saw Danny and Luro, both of them having fended off their attackers. He half-walked and half-ran to them, being by far the bloodiest of the three. "We should follow the others and help them out, being finished here," he suggested.