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Marcus was supposed to run down various lists of trainees and check their progress. Not his idea, but a job he'd been sort of saddled with now that he had the 'job' of training trainees. Honestly he just wanted to take them on missions. Not test them to see how they were doing. It was tedious and a waste of his time really.

The better test would be on the real fields. Out against the actual enemy. Training on island was nothing like the reality. Still he left a message for the hunter and said they could bring lunch if they wanted. Marcus expected this to not take very long- or to end with them playing hooky and doing something useful in the human world.

He didn’t really anticipate being called a beefcake. Not by anyone but Cass anyway. Looking at the pink haired hunter trainee, Marcus shrugged, grabbed his earring and let the vampire take shape in his hand. “Thanks. I try to at least be useful.” And not be a dweeb- though he hadn’t heard that word since highschool.

“It’s a pretty simple test thing. Basically you fight me, I just take notes and give you a score on how well you do or how much you suck.” Stretching he popped his back, wincing as it forced him to look skyward. “In the end I probably will have roasted your a** and you’ll leave worn out and needing rest for your body or ego. Some trainees need more ego rest than others.” He smiled at her. “So, would you like first shot?”

Marcus laughed. She had guts, he'd give her that much. "An A+? Afraid you have to earn it. Compliments might work on other hunters but I am 'the hardass' as some would put it." Her arrow hit it's mark and he smiled as he pulled it from his shield. Always an odd feeling.

"My specialty is in training trainees- most in urban landscapes and survival adaptation. I run the urban transport unit. Or, Maintain it anyway." She slashed at her torso.

"Beyond my duties I like to cook, read horror novels, and repair things. Job or not, repairs can be relaxing in some contexts."

HP: 53
DMG: 3

He laughed. “Yes to beaches, no to the drinks. I’ll take a regular beer.” He got the idea she was more trying to flirt than to fight and while he could appreciate that fact, he kind of felt he was bing a bit.. disingenuous to her. “I drive the van- not a bus. It’s for training mostly. Somebody has got to get the gear from point A to B after all.”

Rolling to avoid an arrow he stabbed at her, eying her bow. “Don’t worry about it. Just focus. If you can talk with your weapon while you fight you can talk to your fellow hunter. You need to be able to communicate in battle after all.”

He smiled. “Such as tell you that while I like the whole beefcake thing-“ He held up his ring. “I don’t do the whole other woman deal.”


HP: 51
DMG:

Dis laughed. Oh the pleasure of Marcus’s embarrassment. And the joy of his shame for being mistaken in the woman’s advances. Imaginary advances that is. Marcus was just glad she clairified because wow he was not used to it. Still, she did apparently think he looked good so there was that. Marcus would take what he could get. He needed the ego boosts. Badly needed them at that.

“It’s all good. Hunters being hunters… well casual gets done.. a lot. I’m kind of one of the only married couples on island. Longest lasting couple as well.” Which did say a bit, given his own issues. "And if you have trouble focusing- force it. You have to work to adapt, and in some fights silence will be your greatest ally."
Changing hands before he struck allowed him a feint- one that was sent towards her ribs with the hilt of the blade.

HP: 43
DMG: 10

“Most say I’m more pirate like than ninja.” He’s expression had begun to become more serious and hard, eyes narrowing as she struck him across his arm. She had basic skills, but was far off if she wanted to go toe to toe with some of the other vets, much less against the stronger horsemen that existed. But, the spar was far from over.
“Cassandra- she’s in Mist, so dunno if you’ve run into her.”

He actually should have been taking some time to work with her to get a few of the trainees signed up for therapy- with the way that the island was going, most, if not all of them needed it. From Ponies going nuts on them, to the fact that really, life was just unforgiving and whatnot, he should have been encouraging trainees to sign up.
Pending the fight’s results, he’d see if maybe Chel would need it or not.



HP: 32
DMG: 7

HP: maybe

< Shield currently at 24 percent. >

If there was one thing Chel hated above all else, it was being patronized. She'd had it her whole goddamn life, being the failure child and all, and she wasn't about to take it here, from some Moon she'd barely met.

"Tell Dis he doesn't know s**t. Your weapon can't tell me what my shield's like- only Tensy gets to do that." She too pulled back, standing up somewhat taller. "I didn't ask for your advice on how to fight, and I definitely don't want it from your piece of s**t sword." Her brow was stern, feeling anger well up in her chest. "I'm angry dude." Well Chel was nothing if not very straightforward. "Don't ********' patronize me just 'cause you got a few moves."

< Please submit designation. >

Chel knocked her arrows and began firing them rapidly at Marcus, unaware (or perhaps, ignoring) any damage she might have been adding to her FEAR shield. To give up now would be to admit defeat. Cowardliness wasn't a trait Chel possessed. "We're finishing this."

HP: 12/50
DMG: 6
Charge: 1/3 | 1/2