When [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] came back to his senses, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had of course seen and known what happened, but now he had hard time to understand exactly what had happened. His hand had transformed into something inhuman, claws sharp and long and lethal. Without a hesitation whatsoever it had went to the being’s belly. Or was it his own bloodlust that had made Marcus grip the beast’s guts, stomach, liver or whatever there was inside the being that felt no pain, only hate. As he looked at his hand, it was transforming back to normal hand at quick pace. However the blood was still there along with pieces of organs that he had just ripped. Further down his trousers too were painted red with blood. 

Marcus was distraught by the sight and the feeling of... Satisfaction that lingered somewhere deep. He had slaughtered a being, its eyes went dark and it made him feel good in inhuman way. The being, "echo" was still standing and hand was still having a dead man’s strength that held his shoulder, but slowly loosening its grip. The being had came close, four inches from his throat, despite his best efforts to push it back. His right palm had nasty bite marks. But the jaws lost it's strength and the head dropped limp. Marcus pulled the left hand and the rifle out of beings mouth. 

Marcus made a quick look over the being’s shoulder. The Warrior had wounded the beast’s knee. Beast had brought a sword to seemingly block the most out of damage from his attack. Marcus saw the same transformation in his hand. He wondered if this man had already noticed what had happened to him? Did he already use this power, this urge to kill against the being? Behind him Marcus heard some scuffling outside the. Had there been help coming? A yell of pain and another gunshot. There was also a roar. That of a beast’s, Marcus thought. Third one they would have to fight? 

[i]Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding [/i]

Marcus was about to push the being off when he heard the familiar sound. His senses went sharp. This time it was not as calm and haunting, but more desperate, like signalling the whole town that there was a band of marauders coming and everyone should go to shelter expect those prepared to fight. He felt great pain in his shoulder as the claw twitched again and dig deep in his shoulder. He roared in surprise. Like a reflex, Marcus looked into the being’s eyes. The darkness vanished as they eyes ignited even more fiery than before, Marcus felt like he was looking inside shotgun barrels as someone pulled the trigger. Deep inside him he felt his heartbeat rise to abnormal height. Time seemed to slow down. Marcus saw the being’s skull reform once more and heard being’s bones in right arm snap in place. 

And just like that, the being’s grip from his shoulder was extremely tight. By instinct alone, he gripped the hand. As Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder as being started to rise him, he heard the damnedest thing. Something Marcus hadn’t heard in years. His sister.

“The Bell” she said. Marcus’s every fibre of being went to hear that voice. “You have to stop the bell! It beckons monstrous things”

Marcus felt the fire burn his lungs. He had to save his sister. Get to her. And Marcus gritted his teeth with wrath. With the last touch of his feet on the ground, he kicked some momentum away from the creature. He swang forward until his feet hit the being’s chest. He released his left hand from the rifle and gripped the arm holding his shoulder. He pushed with his both hands so that claw would release it’s grip, and did the same with his feet and stomach. He tried his best to drop down from the creature’s grasp, grap the cane and smack the being’s leg with it.

It was likely that if this succeeded, Marcus would fall to his back and the creature’s claw would make deep, nasty marks to his right shoulder.