[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] made contact with the cane to echo’s right arm. Something broke into pieces. If being had anything similar to humans inside its skins, Marcus had shattered creature’s humerus. A feat that he couldn’t done typically, especially with one hand. Strength he possessed was terrifying if Marcus was to give thought to it. To no longer be human but a hunter. 

Was it a shred of thought that he gave to the being, the gunshot ringing through the air or sudden noise made from warrior companion’s rush, but Marcus had not payed attention. The echo had once again moved without giving a thought to it’s broken arm. The left claw came suddenly and grabbed Marcus’s shoulder. Grip was tight and his right arm couldn’t move to make a proper strike. He made an effort as a reflex, but his elbow couldn't muster the strength to strike strongly against the being with the cane.

Before he could make any further attacks, Marcus saw the being’s mouth. Inhuman gaping hole full of saliva and nasty set of teeth attached to its gums. Marcus had once, with his gang, fought against a beast, but then there were ten of them. Spears and fire bombs they had used, and still Marcus remembered as it’s jaws snapped in front of him before several spears made it pissed and it aimed it’s deadly row of teeth to others. Back then Marcus’s reaction had been to pull back few feet and strike the beast with his spear. Now the situation was much more dire. Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder. [i]It's going to eat me[/i], Marcus heard himself think.

Thought left Marcus’s mind as something else took control of him. Something that didn’t fear death but snarled at the face of it. Marcus’s left arm still held the rifle he had acquired previously. Though there were no bullets, it had proven it's worth once against the echo. He threw the rifle sideways into the being's mouth, between the teeth, and pushed himself away with left arm. Barrel was not that thick and stock was made of wood, possibly not hard enough against the being’s maw. Marcus’s left hand was at the mercy of the being’s teeth.

But the being’s arm was stuck to his shoulder, other arm limp and its mouth at bay. [i]And the stomach was bare and ripe for taking. What it would be to pull right arm completely free and take it’s guts, stomach or liver![/i] Something said in Marcus's mind. His arm released the cane and acted like on it's own, reaching for the echo's guts...