Marshall wakes up, blinking, and immediately senses a disturbance near the feeding point. He groans and hops down from his tree, landing with an elegant roll from the heavy drop, and jogs toward the feeding area in search of the cause of his eerie sensation.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">There's a lot of fear and confusion... I wonder what's going on.</span></span><br/>As he arrives on the scene, he quickly finds his way between the others and sees the kids dragged away, ears covered. He hears the plead for release. "Kill me!"<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell!?</span></span><br/>He dashes toward the scene with redoubled speed, coming to a skidding halt just a few feet from the collapsed person. He saw the man's body shake and sweat, bringing up his medical knowledge immediately.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Involuntary shaking. Sweating. Excruciating pain. Heart conditions and viral diseases are out. Bacterial infections highly unlikely. Allergic reaction doesn't match. Drug overdose? No. Surgical misha -</span></span><br/>He freezes as he realized what the scene unfolding before him actually is. Surgical mishap? No. This man's surgery went more or less precisely as intended.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Is this what rejection syndrome suppression looks like?</span></span><br/>He gingerly walks over to the man, shoving aside anyone in his way, and brings his fist crashing down at the man's skull. Invisibly, he infuses the punch with a small amount of psychic energy - to the best of his ability at least - and attempts to knock the man mercifully out cold.