Growling low in his throat Marcus heard the strange woman's comments before he fired the round. As the other strange one with her, the man who some how just knocked him for a moment. Staring at him with anger filled eyes he saw him point his staff at him in turn Marcus aimed his .357 at the man's head, no matter how hurt or groggy he was, he knew self preservation. "How about you take that stick and shove it up your ass before i put a pound of pressure on this trigger and blow a hole in your six inches wide eh?"<br/><br/>Gritting his teeth Marcus kept the gun on him and then looked the woman ranting to the ice cream shop owner. Marcus cursed himself and put his free hand on the man's staff and pushed it off to the side in a non violent manner as he stood up being taller than the robe man now and eying him curiously. Stepping out with a stumble Marcus nearly fell into the strange woman as he backed up before head butting her and leaned against the table holding his head with his free hand and holstering the revolver in his belt of his pants under his shirt. "Very well then slim, I am willing to let this be civil for now, where the hell are you from and where the hell are we?"<br/><br/>Looking to the younger man he just kicked Marcus nodded to him in a sort of oh well manner "Sorry about the kick by the way solider boy. I have a tendency to react rather than question, don't put yourself between a gun and two people who would likely kill all of us just for being here though." Gritting his teeth Marcus looked back to the strange colored woman and then back to the robed man. "Some reason why she staring at me their chief?"