Grimm had continued to hold his stance, facing Marcus; the skeletal boy tapping his foot repeatedly as if needing to pee. He depicted chaos, if chaos took a human form. His shaggy black hair out of place and wild, his golden eyes widened, and his clothing completely mistreated. The blood of those he had slayed staining his shirt. Somekind of twisted epitaph for those defeated. His bare feet appearing pale and dirty while his hands appeared clean still. Other then being slightly clammy and twitchy.
He had forgotten completely about the sniper.
Stupid child, it wouldn't be long till he remembered. 
Soon a bullet pierced his thigh. Grimm didn't react quickly and froze in place for a few seconds before placing a hand on his thigh. Blood on his hand. It is then he realized he was shot. The skeletal boy leaned a bit more on one leg while attempting to prevent whatever bleeding was present. He didn't know much about getting shot except knowing it hurt.
"Why didn't you warn me?" Grimm seemed to grunt to himself.
[i]You were aware.[/i] An adult woman's voice echoed through his skull.
[i]Anyways, you said yourself, we all deserve a little bit of pain every once in a while.[/i]
He did say that. His [i]friend[/i] knew him so well. He chuckled a bit after the short conversation.
A wave of anoyyance came over him, not quite sure why he was so enraged by this sniper himself.

[b]"Are you shitting me!? Come out and fight me like a man you pussy!" [/b] Grimm vocalized his thoughts, not really looked over, hence the crude immaturity. He hoped at best he could make the sniper uncomfortable. 
Grimm couldn't really do much else to a man so far away and started striding around, not wanting to get shot again. Well now he had a story right?...[i]To tell who?[/i] While walking around in circles he fell down. Grimm forced himself up and grabbed a terrorists body as a meat shield