Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-25808351-20171207235103

(S9/Doc/Flame/Scorn) Marcus glances at each incoming attack, he assesses immediately all moves accept Lumbre's. As he puts up his fists to block Lumbre's fake attack, Eothred lunges forward with sword in hand. As Marcus dodges Eothred, Lumbre strikes him in in back, causing Marcus to skid across the ground. Marcus looks up quickly to see the Horseman coming down with his pike.

The Wardog rolls out of the way and spring to his feet, the full night of the Blue team now bares down on him. Where others would surrender, Marcus smiles with competitive glee. His legendary instincts overjoyed that so few are still willing to face his might. Despite his respect and admiration for them, the game is near done. He decides to end the round.

(Marcus is going to hit each attacking character hard. You each decide who goes down and who holds their ground.)

The Horseman strikes first, using expert swings and pike lunges to keep Marcus a bay. With the Horseman's next thrust, Marcus sidesteps the blade and closes the distance between them. The Horman watches the few milliseconds (what seem like years) as Marcus delivers a sound uppercut to the Horseman. His sight is fuzzy and his mind is blank as he hits the ground.

Marcus spins to see Eothred and Lumbre move in. Lumbre swings her club high, which Marcus blocks with his forearm. Eothred lunges who this sword, which Marcus catches with his free hand. He rips the sword from Eothred's hands and follows it with closed fist backhand, worthy of putting a Minotaur on it's ass. With his free hand, he delivers three decisive jabs to Lumbre's face, before she falls down.

Marcus tosses Eothred's sword aside and focuses on Trevor and Siara. "Your move, friends." He smirks.