<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Office<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack, Shizuru<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Trust me, I have no more than a sensible fear of the Brothers Fallen. Enough to remain cautious, but not enough to slow me down," the nephilim assured Jack, gesturing for him and Demona to have a seat on one or both of his couches if they wanted to. He also made a gesture with his glass, silently asking them if they wanted anything to drink, placing the order if either did, and then moving on. "Truth be told, though, I could probably use a scientist more than soldier, though another soldier from time to time couldn't hurt. Most of the time, I think we'll have enough manpower to get by. We don't want to be starting any majors wars until we've gathered some more resources, anyway. It might be a while before we even gain any turf."<br/><br/>At the mention of the uninvited Brothers, Marc seemed to smile even more, as if the intended threat on his life was amusing to him. "Yes, they plan to make a go at me at some point tonight. Attacking me inside my own pocket realm. A bit foolhardy, even for Fallen hitmen," he mused looking down at the floor as it once again allowed them to view the club "below." "They're already here, but they're waiting for something. What that is, even I'm not entirely sure of. Maybe their leader is vain enough to think he can beat me even after I mobilize my soldiers, and add insult to injury. We'll see how that turns out." With this, the club owner glanced over at the demoness. "Which reminds me. If you could, Shizuru, leave a little of your blood with my bouncer, the young one. It might help out."