The life was flashing before [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] as he lept. The insticts had led him to his doom, the beast had understood that Marcus was coming. To retailate it had risen it’s sword, tip looking prepared to penetrate Marcus’s stomach or chest. As the sword came closer and Marcus couldn’t stop his leap, the only thing he could do was to try striking the sword away with his cane. But the most unusual thing happened and it vanished from his hands. Turned to dust, vaporized to air. Now defenseless and advancing towards his doom, the world started to move around slowly. 

Marcus saw the beast in all it’s glory. The red mist that left it’s chest. And the beast’s strength, whatever there had been, vanished. Suddenly it’s head flew backwards and Marcus heard a loud snap. The tip of the sword lowered as beast lost it’s grip and the arm couldn’t hold itself straight. Marcus flew against the edge of blade, his chest hitting against it. But without power behind the sword there was nothing but a shallow cut on his clothes that never went even through. The beast fell backwards, on top of the man that had been behind the beast breaking the neck. Marcus fell almost over the beast from the power of his leap, but made a final push with his hands and flew on the beast’s left side. 

He rose quickly and full of instict and adrealine he reached for the sword that the beast was holding. A quick look made him notice that the being, “Echo”, wasn’t there. Another quick look outside the door revealed no sudden danger. [color=BDB76B][b]“Is anyone alive here?” [/b][/color]Marcus yelled. Holding a grip from his sword. He looked at the Warrior that had went against the beast, but he didn't seem to be in urgent danger. So he turned to the beast and the man underneath. He tried to push the beast off to get a better sight to this hunter.