Marko hissed as his foot was snapped at the arc. He wouldnâ€™t let it stop him any. It wouldnâ€™t slow him down. He would not be a disappointment to his mentor. He stood up straight on it like it wasnâ€™t broken. Grabbing Rykarâ€™s leg and drove his elbow down at the knee until the leg broke. Slamming his hand into Rykarâ€™s chest and knocking him away. He hopped from heel to heel and took a fighters stance. That had fucking hurt. Now he was going to make Rykar pay. â€œBITCH...I OWN YOU!â€ He yelled out. He laughed darkly. â€œYou? Heh...you arenâ€™t stronger than me yet. Your stupid mentor has taught you all his tricks yet. You think you can kill me than show me you are a challenge!â€ He taunted and yelled at him. He began rapid punches and kicks with the heel of the foot he broke at the arch. He grabbed Rykar by the shirt and slammed him into the ground. â€œGet up bitch. Iâ€™m not through with you.â€ He hissed. â€œIâ€™m going to have your ass or his. Just pick your poison bitch cuz I own you. Is it the humans or the vampires. Or should I take your best friend instead. Iâ€™m not picky. You were different. You tasted good.â€ He purred out in a sexual way.<br/><br/>Dustin was kind of frozen in place. His guitar having made it into his hands.  He looked on like what the fuck?! What was this guy talking about? Was he really fighting even with his foot broke like that? It was like he found sadistic pleasure in pain. He jumped as Hund stood next to him all of a sudden. He blinked and looked at Hund. â€œWhat is going on?â€ He asked him. â€œAll I came here to do was play my guitar away from other people. I didnâ€™t know there was going to be a fight in here. They guy is weird...and dark with evil...â€ He said. Shuddering. He felt Markoâ€™s gaze shoot to him for a second. He stood even closer to Hund. â€œHope Rykar wins.â€ He said honestly.