[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] Stopped everything as he heard movement outside. He turned slowly towards the door. Whoever there were outside sounded quite angry. He slowly looked at the man he’d have an honor to share this situation with and slowly rose his index finger over his lips, as he tried to move slowly and silently closer to the door.

Grunting outside the locked door was angry. Men sounded like enemies of the church. He heard something heavy hit the floor. Whatever it was, it was most probably painful. A weird contrast was a bell which rang as it came closer to the door. Marcus tried to estimate whether there were 4 or 5 of them. Marcus rose five of his fingers. He listened as they came closer to the door. There was something weird about the footsteps, but he couldn't figure out what. One of the invaders tried to open the locked door. Rattled the handle. Started to yell for someone inside to open the door.

Marcus held a tight grip from his sword. Whoever was outside didn’t sound too friendly. Marcus felt like back in the gang days when they’d meet another rival gang and they’d have to fight or lose all their valuables. When it was against other Yharmanites, they were more or less even, and thus sometimes even victorious. When it had been the Fire Dancers, they had made a short work out of the gang expect for the few that had realized to run. Like Marcus.

They couldn’t run now. Or they could, but most probably 5 men could catch them and maim them. They were outnumbered, but in Marcus's mind they had the element of surprise on their side. He looked straight at the other man and made a silent suggestion. With his free hand, he pointed at himself, then pulled the thumb over his throat, then raised the hand over his head to indicate height. 

[i]Bigger.[/i]

Marcus then pointed the other man, then made the same over the throat cutting emote. And then put his hand over the chest. 

[i]Smaller.[/i]

[@King Cosmos]