Marcellus felt a surge of anguish and fury from one of the soldiers as his blades cleaved through the captain's spinal cord; looks like someone was a bit more than a subordinate. The massive man came barreling towards him, brandishing his weapon and screaming bloody murder. Dodging, Marcellus felt the soldier's blade just clip his shoulder. Tsk. That would take a day or two to heal. Spinning and twisting like a twister of cloth a steel he deflected and partying each of the enraged peon's predictable, but powerful, blows; if Marcellus had not previously blocked a strike from berserk Lewin he'd have been impressed. Even so, this man was a problem. Such powerful rage as to cut through the tendril's of Marcellus' influence was dangerous. Too dangerous to be allowed.<br/>A few things happened very quickly. First, the enraged soldier brought his blade around in a wide arc, at a suitable elevation to cut Marcellus' skull clean in half. In one fluid motion Marcellus deflected the blade with the dagger in his left hand and ducked, swinging his right arm forward to hurl a dagger at the other soldier approaching Fossil. Then, rising, he reached under the the outstretched arm of his foe with his own left arm and forced it back across the man's torso, coiling around the armored limb in a powerful arm lock. With the enemy in place, Marcellus' right hand darted forth like a snake, latching onto the surprised and infuriated soldier's face. Immediately that man's thoughts and memories flooded into Marcellus. Poor sod. He'd lived a hard life. Unfortunately for him, it was about to get harder. There was hardly time for finesse or subtlety; searing away the last twenty years of his life should do the trick. With a cold countenance Marcellus watched the pitiable bastard began to scream and writhe in the mage's vice-like grip as his memories were brutally and painfully erased, and felt nothing.