The game was growing intense rather quickly. Just. How. He. Liked. It. Good, this was just what he was used to. Once the quaffle had left his hand and seeing Katie catch it, he couldn't help the odd feeling that washed over him. But it quickly left as he dodged a bludger, catching an elbow in his ribs. Really? It was returned, twice force and he zoomed.off into the sky. An elbow hadn't ever slowed him down before, but the bludger rushing towards his head would have. He plummeted, quickly, and one of the other players [s]whose names he would eventually have to learn[/s] got in him. Luckily, Pucey was there and it was then that they broke off of him.

Bell had been fighting for the quaffle, and with what felt like less than a blink it was huddling towards him. He saw another coming in and he whipped his broom into theirs, catching the quaffle before he nosedived away and moved back a bit before quickly whipping around and slinging the quaffle with all his might before moving to the other side. 

It missed, but the fling back had proven a bit less than what the keeper intended as he quickly found himself tussling for the quaffle. Pucey was still off, and Damn the fact that Bell was the closest one to him. It didn't due.much to have pride right.now, and as an elbow him him in the face, he shoves himself closer and hit the quaffle out of the other player's hands before grabbing it and whipping his broom upward. He passed.to Katie, moving himself between her and one of others.on her.

Luckily, Pucey was there too, and.Katie would have a clear shot as long as they kept it up, but Perth, at least that's who he thought it was, was.closing.in fast, but Pucey managed redirect him.

This was Quidditch, alright, and.Marcus had never fought so hard for it in his life.

(Sorry it's short, I lost.my Original when my phone wonked out on me)