Marcus stood at the ready while surveying the creatures that were slowly surrounding them. Their eyes unsettled even him and the way they moved was bizarre, almost as if they were puppets controlled by some sick puppeteer with a grudge. The thought did occur to Marcus, he'd seen far, far stranger things in his time. What really caused him to wonder though, was the distinct lack of injuries on all of them, they were hard to tell apart, but small details could be gleamed, and the fact that one of them still had an arm made him extremely uncomfortable. He began to think long and hard over his past to see if he'd encountered anything like this.

Said thoughts were rudely interrupted by a flying machete that almost hit him in the throat if he hadn't deflected it in time. 

[i]Right, ponder later[/i] 

Marcus immediately took to the offensive, lunging forward and impaling one with Raiden before it could react properly, it faded away as expected and he grabbed the hilt with both hands and swung viciously into the thigh of another, cutting clean through it. Both it and the leg disappeared. He could feel one materializing over him and he immediately slashed downwards vertically, then rolled away. The creature landed and seemed unharmed until a white line appeared along it, and forced it apart length wise down the middle. 

As soon as Paul was through the rift Marcus dived in after him and it closed promptly after he crashed into the deck of The Leviathan's bridge.

"Every time I go back, there's always some new surprise fuck up waiting for me" he grumbled out loud. Whatever those things were, he knew that they would be encountering them again.  He instantly turned his attention to Paul. "How are you feeling? We jumped back years, the first time it gave me the migraine from hell, and I was just the one sent back" 

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The figure watched the combat footage taken from the new unit again, before putting it on a display at an angle the one strapped onto the table could see it. 

When it came to show the Archon of Time, he paused it, letting the person in his care take a good long look.

"Y'see kiddo, that guy right there, that's why you're here" He prepared yet another syringe and casually injected it into their bloodstream. 

"'Fraid to say that you're garbage pal, just some refuse kicked aside when a guy who's not supposed to be here took your place"

He leaned into the light finally, revealing a leering, falsely smiling face with white hair and a scar that ran down the top right corner of his head to the bottom left. 

"You and me, we're the same, I'm just like you, you know. I was supposed to live out my life here, but then this-" he set the footage to play until the picture settled on Marcus's face. "this shit right here, he invaded his way in here, kicked me out of my natural place, and now look at me! I'm standing here, torturing you when you and I should be getting our asses in gear and [i]murdering[/i] these invading fucks!" 

Suddenly his wrist watch beeped, and he stepped back.

"Damn, I always get so carried away when talking about my other self, alright well I'm going to let you sit here and think while I get to working on other things, be back soon, I look forward to hearing feedback" with that he strutted off down to the staging area of the facility. Turns out one of the little fish had started biting, and now it was time to reel it in.