The hit that [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] received came out of nowhere. He had been careless. He thought that this being would have faltered or cried out pain, like those he used to rob year ago. First blow bringing them down in pain, crying, begging him to stop. Not this being. It didn’t care, didn’t  feel pain, only got more angry. So when his second hit was to come down, the hand had came surprisingly fast – and hard. Like a sledge hammer, he thought, before his back hit the cots. It fell along with a screaming patient on the floor and Marcus was next to them on the floor

Pain didn’t bother him too much. He wondered if he was about to die. Bones broken in his chest and his body was numbing down the feeling, preparing to die. Then he thought that it was the being that had done this. And he [i] felt the urge. The being was fighting back, but it was wounded, crippled, unbalanced. He’d slaughter him.[/i]

Marcus stood up, gritted his teeth. The fellow sickly man - no, a warrior- was safe from being’s wrath.  [color=BDB76B][b]“I have this! Get the beast!” [/b][/color] He yelled. If the beast was to surprise them, they would be in trouble.

Marcus ran towards the being, cane tightly in his right hand. At the end he made a swing from left to right, aimed at the being’s right arm or side, whichever it’d hit.