[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] never got the weapon. The being despite it’s rage hesitated, looked it’s surroundings. Being was between him and the rest of the… patients. Throwing a weapon or other sudden movement would perhaps provoke it. Perhaps that’s what they were afraid of. Marcus cursed.

His comrade made an effort though. He took a firm stance, few running steps and came behind the sick man. Everything was sudden after that. He heard the spear hit the chest. He saw the being grip it’s cane firmly and swing it with such a force that his companion actually flew backwards. Behind them cots and patients were hit by this cannonball of meat and patients, cots and such fell on the floor. The Beast’s cane itself was, surprisingly, still intact.

Being’s scarred body, or rather it’s scars, started to glow red and purple. Arms, legs and chest and head. Everything. Marcus knew nothing of arcana or these beings, so this could mean anything dangerous. He couldn’t take steps backwards due to door and the beast’s waiting, ready to grab him and thrust it’s claw through his chest. But the glowing being was turned backwards towards Marcus. so he took a solid grip with his two hands from the barrel of the rifle. He had no sword nor bullet. A sneak attack wouldn’t be effective, but he had to try.

As he lunged to action, beast too lunged towards the sick man. He was armed with weapons, but beast made attack from both sides with the wild movements. Marcus roared and while dashing pulled his rifle high. He swung down, rifle’s stock acting like a hammer, aimed to the beast’s right knee. To harm it, to distract the being, to make it's landing unsuccessful. He was prepared to strike the being again if the hit was successful.