At the reveal that he was, indeed a cannibal, Syszi moved fast. Luckily, Mark moved faster, and by the time she had her blade pressed to where his throat [i]should[/i] have been, he was already trussed up with water, some distance away. "Bloody overpowered enchanted weapon..." She grumbled to herself, but was glad. Fighting an actually insane individual was risky, even for a seasoned fighter like her, because they could sometimes keep going beyond what you thought was physically possible. She had heard tales of some people so maddened that they fought through the loss of limbs and horrible pain, with no chemicals in their system at all. 

Syszi realised what Mark was doing immediately, and didn't like it. If you wanted to be married to a mamono, you damn well were married. You didn't pretend to be distant from her when it suited you. "Oh? Extra rations? There are some rations I'd just [i]love[/i] to get my hands on a few more times tonight..." She laughed, looking at him with... Well, lust was certainly the right word for what was in her eyes "[i]Husband[/i]"

Still, things to be done... Maybe. "What do we do now exactly?"