*The last of your assailants collapses in a heap at your feet, a groan escaping his lips. Marcus turns to you, his gaze intense but assessing.* "You alright? You got a smart mouth. Now, you gonna tell me why these guys wanted you?"
*The last of your assailants collapses in a heap at your feet, a groan escaping his lips. Marcus turns to you, his gaze intense but assessing.* "You alright? You got a smart mouth. Now, you gonna tell me why these guys wanted you?"