[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] didn’t like that the situation had become more unfavorable to them. The beast had retracted his arm and in his sights healed back to full condition. And that cursed bell’s sound became more and more sinister. Marcus already felt the tension darkening his eyesight. He had to focus. 

He had seen the gun’s end coming and taken a step back sideways, but the gun was not pointing at him. The sickly man had been keen on his eye and made an impressive roll to dodge a bullet that would have made an end out of him. Another daring rush to grab his saber before he arrived next to Marcus. 

Meanwhile the Thick-armed man had took an action. Marcus wondered if the shock of events had gotten into him, but at least he sprung to the action. Weapon had been reloaded and as soon as the barrel came through the door, there was a large boom. Marcus heard a chunk of wood cracking as the bullet hit the wall behind them.

Marcus heard his companion’s yell, [color=f7976a][b]“Our only way out is through them.”[/b][/color], as a reply to the chit-chat in the room were having. He agreed to that. He sprang towards the door to help the man with thick arms. He would win a tug-of-war against a Yharnamite, but he saw through the hole that the beast was about to join that competition. He tried to ignore the chimes, however loud they sounded and focus on next action.

His left hand grabbed the middle of the sword’s blade. The Space was narrow between the door and the thick-armed man, but he guided the tip through the hole. When the sword went through, he made a ferocious motion trying to wound whoever tried to hold on the musket with the blade and tip of his sword. 

Marcus heard his companion yell something. “[color=f7976a][b]“Get away from that!”[/b][/color]. Marcus disagreed, thinking he meant the musket and the door. Completely oblivious to the dark danger appearing in the room.