<span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">... Whoa.</span></span><br/>Marshall stands in place, frozen in surprise and no small amount of horror, holding his hand. His knuckles seem to be bleeding. He turns to Bruce, then Agnie, then back to Bruce.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I tried to knock him out, spare him the pain... Looks like I should have gone with a more refined knockout method."</span><br/>He motions Bruce over, looking grim.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Sorry about that, I didn't realize..."</span><br/>He looks to the Onix, gritting his teeth.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"What do we do? Wait for those bastards to come pick him up?"</span><br/>He kneels next to the man-turned-Onix.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Or do we smash him to pebbles to rob those assholes of their data!?"</span><br/>He clenches his fists again, ready to crush. he seems to leave the dicsion in Bruce's hands.