[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=cyan]	Marcus pressed his palm on the concrete. There was some internal pain going throughout this body. Slave might have been just a chubby convict, but his overall strength was not to take lightly. The teen closed his eyes and referred back to the time he ate some metal. Leaving one eye open, he was unsure how much time had gone by. 

	"Okay, I might have two or three minutes left," he commented to himself. Marcus lifted himself up to his knees and was prepared to dodge another reckless demon strike. He was afraid of getting hit the second time; however, he was lucky to get out of the convict's grasp. Marcus did not want to learn of the puppet's intentions. Shivers were then sent to his spine. 

	Looking at the battle, he could see Kurt heading toward the demon. "No, you idiot! Get the old guy, not the demon! What the hell is wrong with you?" Marcus was not certain if the lizard man was capable of listening or could see the best probability of defeating the creature. The monster appeared to be extremely powerful and the woman on top did not seem to have much strength left. 

	Marcus peered behind him to see the fat convict standing upright. His prison jumpsuit was tarnished and ruin. The teen prepared a stance to prepare for any upcoming attack.   [/color]

[center][b][h1][color=crimson]Enemies[/color][/h1][/b][/center]

[color=darkgray] The demon growled and hissed the woman on his body. No matter how much he squirmed and shook, the woman would not receive the hint. Slamming into the walls and buildings was tiring her out until she figured out a technique. Every body throw would only force the woman to react with an upright elbow. 

	The first few times the demon roared in pain. Punctures from the woman's elbow were certainly effective. The demon slouched closer to the ground. It was beginning to tire out. The monster then stayed motionless; its body began forming more and more mass as a response. 

	Below the monster, Percy was writhing in pain. It looked like he was becoming older than his previous state. The man might've been in his 60s. Now it looked like he was aging into his 80s. The monster appeared to regain more stamina and health from the stolen years. 

	  It was slowly rising from its slouched stance. [/color]