Marcos waited patiently, ignoring any remarks of his state, covered with half-dried blood and a semi-severe cut on his shoulder that stopped bleeding a while ago, with enough pressure applied to it. Oh, but they didn't know that about a fifth of the blood on him was his own. The rest was their fallen comrades', chopped like wood. He didn't part with his woodcutting axe, not yet. It was fastened to his belt, cleaned off enough to disguise its use a short time ago. He kept it on him for now. 

When Luro gave the signal and started fighting, Marcos kicked the man closest to him in the knee, making him fall over onto his stomach. While the pirate struggled to get up, Marcos drew his axe and brought it down right on the back of his neck, severing the head from the shoulders. "Whoops, too late. I'll clean, don't worry." Marcos picked up the decapitated head and threw it at another pirate, with enough force to knock him on his backside as the head of his crewmate clonked him in his own head. While Marcos was distracted, the blade of a saber was brought across his side, slicing him just above his hip. Marcos grimaced and winced in pain at the slash, gripping his side. He turned to face his attacker, who was getting ready for another strike.

Marcos was able to get over the pain long enough to move out of the way and swing his axe, hitting the man in his shoulder hard enough to make his arm almost lop off. The man stumbled to the nearest support, which was a railing. He leaned onto it and tried to stop his bleeding. In his distraction, Marcos picked him up by his hair and threw him to the ground, chest up. His final strike was at the pirate's chest, right below his ribs. "Like I said, I'm cleaning later, feel free to let blood as much as you want." That was how sure Marcos was that they would win. He felt a bit weak, having lost a good amount of blood. He had to avoid getting hit much more, or they'd have a serious problem on their hands.