He saw the male come towards him, dressed in white gowns. He was one of the side people he saw when passing to the hill to practise his shots. He could barely focus on his face, as his vision felt as if it were fading. His face was bloody, cut and spattered with the blood of the moon. Marcus' breath felt heavy. He could barely hear what they were saying. [i]They?[/i] A Female had arrived, seemingly shouting to him. But he couldn't hear her, as he couldn't make out any words. Nothing was going to plan. His ears were ringing constantly and his sight was dying, quickly. He couldn't let him die now. Not now? Not ever...But seriously...the first boss had eliminated him from life, and there was no other way out apart from death...He was about to suffer from it. The lungs he bared felt cold and emotionless. His heartbeat could be heard only to himself. He looked past the blurry woman yelling at him as she shot at the beast. He could see it, the big fucking blur in the distance. It wasn't much of a distance, as he could feel the heat shimmer across his crumpled body. If this was how he was going to go out, he might as well do it with some use. He was tired of feeling useless. Marcus was always useless on Earth...it's why he was in that spot where Menaphis found him, waiting for his time to end. He hadn't accomplished shit on Earth, and now he could at least send the others something to be thankful for, even if he didn't know them. It was so early into the trip and he was dying though...that said a lot about him...he was a failure. And now, he was clinging onto life like a string overhanging an abyss.

	He raised his head, unable to climb to his feet. He crawled past her. Very slowly. He felt the eyes explode with heat. He knew she'd be looking down in confusion, but he had no clue what she wanted him to do. All he did was hear the whispers of Menaphis in his mind.

[color=6ecff6]"Elemental Shot is ready at 3 Round Capacity...You've been down here for 10 minutes, giving you time to recharge..."[/color] He thought to himself. With one weak arm, he placed the Rifle onto the ground. He groaned in pain as he spat out a few speckles of blood. It was time...he whispered in a long slur, his hat tilting sideways.

[i]"Element...shot..."[/i] Once again, it charged up beginning to shake as he only held it with one hand. It took the usual time, and once again, the sky was cracked as the shot fired. The force sent him backwards a bit, making his hat fall straight off of his head. His small and young face was revealed, which was hidden the previous minutes. His cheeks and forehead remained scarred and bruised as his head fell down into a slump. His vision went black and he couldn't move.......was he dead?