[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] took a closer look at the Hunter underneath the beast. He spoke, but seemed that his jaw was not working properly and this made his speech hard. Torquil, he called himself. He didn’t look anything too special, but Marcus remembered how he just had grabbed the beast and broke it’s neck with bare hands. Quite a trick, though Marcus made a guess that it was thanks to the treatment they all had been receiving. Not any sane man in their right mind would try such a thing.

He made a quick look to his surroundings. Beast was down, the Echo had vanished. He didn’t know what had happened outside the clinic, but so far he couldn’t hear anything. Someone had taken care of the men outside the clinic. There had been quite a many, so whoever was there was good. Dangerously good. Marcus was thinking about the Firedancers and how two of them made short work of his gang in blink of an eye. Whether it was friend or foe, he couldn’t tell yet, but Marcus was more inclined to believe that it wasn’t against them. Yet.

He focused back to the man with a wrong jawline. [color=BDB76B][b]“I’m Marcus myself. As for if it’s over, it seems so. Stay on your guard though.”[/b][/color] He said. He pointed with his left hand towards a weapon barrel. His right hand fingered the sword he had acquired a moment ago. [color=BDB76B][b]“And arm yourself. Trick you just pulled might not work another time.” [/b][/color] He said. He then turned to the clinic door and started walking. He grabbed the sword with two hands and cautiously approached the door, waiting for whatever was waiting over there. And whatever was left of the mob that had just been outside.