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Markus busted through the big, blast doors leading to the street level, his eyes shooting up to the large buildings that surrounded him. He could hear the gunfire from the roof, half-expecting it to be perfectly honest. As he considered his next move, several armored vehicles approached him from both sides of the road. Infantrymen jumped out of the vehicles, pointing their guns toward Markus. Several Swordsmen were with them as well. Markus slowly reached for his sword and removed it from his back, cracking his neck as he did so. He wasn't a fool. If he took them head on he would be dead. But, he was just an idiot enough to try something insanely stupid. Dropping his sword as if meaning to give up, Markus hid his left hand beneath his cloak, raising the right one up in surrender. Knowing this would only make them hesitate a brief moment before opening fire, Markus called upon his shield in his right hand and pulled his left out to reveal another black javelin. He threw the dark energy at the closest armored vehicle, causing a massive explosion that chained to the other vehicles. Markus found himself flying backwards, hitting hard against the building and falling to his knees. The shield took the brunt of the hit, but Markus still felt quite a bit of pain.

The shield disappeared and Markus limped over to his sword while his regenerative abilities slowly began to heal his wounds. They were significantly slowed down, even the smallest scars taking much longer than normal to fade away. Picking up the sword, Markus looked around at his handy work, several burning vehicles and bodies littering the ground around him. "I hope that was just enough to cause a distraction for the people on the roof. If only just." Markus looked over to see a survivor crawling toward his gun. Markus walked over and put his foot across the Corrupted's arm pressing down hard enough on it for the soldier to scream out in pain. "I have to give it to you. Whoever you are, you're strong enough to force me to get creative." Markus brought his sword down on the survivor. Markus is not one to kill someone who can't kill themselves. But, he couldn't predict this new enemy. If he left even one alive, it would definitely come back to bite him in the ass. He was sure of it. "Normally, I would just run forward swinging my sword at anything that moved. This has given me some more experience in tactical thinking. Maybe I will learn something from this world." Markus through his sword over his back and closed his eyes. Cordelia was on the roof, that he knew. He was having a hard time finding the right energy in this world. It was teeming with life and decay, making it difficult to center his mind on finding his target. After a few seconds he opened his eye and looked right. "Ashford. I'm not sensing anyone else. She isn't far. Its my best bet right now." With that, Markus began walking in the general direction he sensed her. It wasn't magic that this ability was routed in. It was more like his feral instinct, something predators are born with. In the other world it was a pretty useless trait, but here he found a use for it.