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

[color=darkgray]	The convict leaned over the titanium girl once she struck him in the gut. Breath came out of his nostrils. His eyebrow flinched and pointed to the center demonstrating his anger toward the woman. Ally’s punch was effective, but it only tightened the convict’s grip on Marcus’ leg. 

	The convict could hear the whispers from its whispers. Slave acknowledged his recklessness and how the others were advancing. He grunted from his sewn mouth. Looking to his eight, he noticed the lizard man charging towards him. As his only option, he chucked Marcus at the reptilian monster. 

[color=purple] “Aim me at the bitch, Slave.” [/color] The shrunken head spoke in anger; its voice sounded like static on a television. The obese man opened his palm. As before, the magic charm shouted a few words of incantation. Though this time was different. Each incompressive word was followed by an annoying buzz. 

	[i]Bzzzzzzzz….[/i] The buzzing was becoming louder with each word. It was until at that moment a swarm of bees emerged from the shrunken head’s mouth. They were agitated and were seeking their closest victim. They soared toward the titanium girl. 

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

[color=cyan]	“Damn it,” Marcus muttered as his body collided against Kurt. The throw was tough enough to stagger the lizard man. The teen plopped onto the floor and wailed in pain. “I can’t take this anymore.” The kid began holding his head in pain. 

He kept blinking as the pain was becoming unbearable. He started to speak between pants of pain. “Look, Kurt.” He twitched from the previous body throws. “We need to isolate that fucking creepy ass doll.” Marcus turned his head to the side and spat out blood. 

“Without that thing, he’s just a big blubbering convict. You can probably take him on giving you guys share the same weight.” He picked up his knees and could hear buzzing. The teen began questioning his mental status. Was the buzzing from his head injuries or something else?
“Fuck,” he bellowed. “You need to go cover her. Your skin may protect her. I’ll see what I have left in my pockets.” Marcus winced as his arm hand into his jeans.[/color]