Man seemed more capable than [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] had given thought. The grip was strong, as if suddenly axe was immobilized by a hand of stone. There was slight uncertainty in his eyes as Marcus had thrown the axe, so the sudden movement of the hand took Marcus by surprise. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5028564]The man[/url]’s reaction was also confusing, he was amazed at the feat he had just performed. Whatever illness he had had, there was not even the slightest of it visible to Marcus. 

Marcus didn’t wonder this too long. A howl came from behind the door. Roar that would freeze blood, tense muscles, rise one’s hair up, a cry from one’s nightmares. It was no animal, but that of a beast. The air was like a solid block in which nobody could move, expect the small creatures which started to disappear from the room like rats, when a predator was nearby. Marcus felt terror which he hadn’t had since five years ago, when the night of the hunt had driven him and his sister to sewers and cottages. The reaction was the same. At first, one freezes, as if to become a statue made of solid stone, like thinking that beast would mistake him to be one. And then...

What happened next surprised Marcus. This cry was suddenly not something to be afraid of, to escape, find cover and run as far as one could. In his ears it was a challenging roar, perhaps not intended as one but [i]it felt[/i] like that. Marcus’s blood boiled and his grip from his sword tightened. He didn’t even think about escaping or barricading the door. 

[color=f7976a][b]“Is tonight a Hunt? Are there Beasts and Hunters roaming the streets again?”[/b][/color] he heard from the man. Marcus started to take steps towards the door, like in trance. [color=BDB76B][b]“No… It can’t be... Just a lone beast…”[/b][/color] Marcus said, though he couldn’t give a thought or reason to his answer. He was mesmerized, he felt… A thrill like never before. In some corner of the Marcus’s mind reason tried to get through. [i]Don’t go, armed with only a sword. Only time we fought them and survived was with bottles of oil and fire and with superior numbers![/i] But Marcus couldn’t heed such a call. He took steps towards the door, wanting to fight the beast, slay it, feast on it's blood… [color=BDB76B][b] “No, not a beast… A prey…”[/b][/color] He said as he reached the door with his free hand, sword in the other, wishing to open it, disregarding everyone’s safety inside.