[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] stood by the door. He had been ready for the attack of the men but suddenly he heard a small thud from one of the cots.

He measured the woken man quickly. His measures were weird, arms and legs were shorter compared to an average man, but they were as thick as lumber. Indicated that he could hit anyone hard if it came to it. While he held hands as not to hurt anyone, Marcus was cautious. He had been most likely given the same treatment as he and his new companion. Who had already judged the man worthy and threw his own axe to him. He himself had taken a spear from the barrel. 

[color=f7976a][b]“We’ll handle the first two, you stay back.”[/b][/color] He said and Marcus was about to shush him, but it was too late. Someone on the other side had already heard him.

While cursing under his breath on the ruined element of surprise, there was a fourth man that gad woken up. This man looked sick, skinny and weak, with eyes blue as ice. Marcus had been focused too much on whatever was on the other side, taken steps backwards, that the sickly man had came. Despite his ill outlook, he stood proudly and walked with confidence to grab a saber and a spear.  Marcus only hoped that he knew how to wield both of them. The wound over his other eye indicated that perhaps he had been in a fight or two. The ice in his eyes made Marcus shiver. 

Marcus couldn’t make a comment. There was a yell from the other side. And then A Crash. Second one. Third one. The door couldn’t hold much longer, cracks started to be visible and wood was bent. Marcus felt his heart racing. The feeling of anxiety and fear soon started to make way to hunger of hunt… But this time Marcus gritted his teeth painfully together to focus. He would keep his head this time. 

However such focus was lost when the fourth hit came and the arm of a beast came through. Claw meant for ripping men apart at the end of an arm full of strength to throw men away. And that was just a taste of what would be on the other side.

Marcus let out a yell: [color=BDB76B][b]“Nail the bloody claw to the floor! Spears!”[/b][/color]. He felt the fury and violence in back of his head and he let it take over. What he did next would have surprised him if he had seen himself from the outside. He threw his sword backwards and with an instinct only he made an attempt to grab the claw with both of his hands to pull the claw more inside, kicking the door to gain some more power to the pull and roar in anger while doing it. 

Such a pull however would make him vulnerable and would certainly make wounds to Marcus’s arms.

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