[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] glanced towards the clinic and it’s mess. The memory of the fight inside still in mind, he glanced over the cots and beast’s body to see where the rifle could have stayed. A small shiver ran through his spine; Marcus in a reflexlike motion turned his eyes and head slightly to watch Victor. His face had a sight of displeasure. He saw small movement of his lips but couldn’t make out what he was muttering. The experienced hunter unnerved him. Marcus didn't dare to keep the stare, so he quickly turned his eyes away. 

Focusing again to find the rifle, on the floor he now noticed another rifle. It wasl quite similar to the one he had held some time prior. He walked towards the rifle and noticed two pouches. Another one had opened out and spilled some pellets on the floor. Marcus grabbed one of the pellets and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Round and small enough to fit a rifle. Good quality pellets, similar to what he had used back in the gang times. Marcus collected most of the pellets from the ground and put them inside the pouch, before tying it shut. 

He paused for a moment to listen what Vicor had to say. Seemingly he was ready to go with this plan. Lead civilians to shelter after killing the madmen that had priorly tried to kidnap them, and then he would move to Cathedral Ward. A place where Marcus could get better armaments. Marcus liked the idea. Though he was confident with his sword and rifle, he had seen the Fire Dancers use complex, deadly weapons to great effect. He remembered a cane that had hit his gang member’s head, then turned into a whip of blades that went around his neck and sliced it open. And an axe which gained twice it’s length suddenly. And looking at Victor’s enormous sword, there were probably many artifacts that the church might offer to a hunter like Marcus. As long as they got there safely.

Draco pointed out that a saint among them would attract attention. And sure, Marcus could imagine such a thing. He had heard of their blood and such had been reason for people to come to Yharnam from far and wide. Marcus had never had a sip of such a blood but it’s value was known. However in times like these there might be demand, but reward for such a blood wouldn’t be much. And looking at Victor, the risk for such an action would be too much. And even if he somehow survived from such a task, Church would send men after him for sure. 

Going through this thought he remembered his sister and the hunter that had hurt her once again. And somewhere deep inside a sense of guilt hurt him like a sudden cut from a sword. Marcus, suffering from this tought, hastly grabbed the rifle. He took two deep breaths to get whole thought out of his head. Trying to act calm he placed the rifle hanging from his shoulder by a leather strap that was attached to rifle’s side. Still trying to keep calm he then grabbed another pouch and tried it in his hand. As Marcus turned to see Draco, he squeezed it a little to get a figure if insides were powder and smelled the pouch’s opening to try to get an aroma, if it were gunpowder. He grunted as an approval to Draco's suggestion.