"What the--"<br/><br/>Watching her break from taunting them and towards Marco had been like watching the world go frame by frame with each staying still for long enough to have you itching to find the remote and fast forward just a bit. She had simply forced her way into him via any hole there could be on his body, invading him like the virus she was before he began running, screaming they do the same. What was he going to do, hope he could carry her far away from them and battle her himself? Surely he wouldn't be a fool and try suicide hoping she died within him. Any move would be one of a martyr and for what seemed hours Seren stood still, watching the stranger he only knew the name of flee with the demon literally inside him for God only knew what reason.<br/><br/>He looked to Heather, eyes silently roaming her form and seeing red marks where the shirt had bunched up and her waist when Decorus had pinched and tugged at the softer areas that would give with any force. She wasn't bleeding, she wasn't broken anywhere. Even he was physically unharmed, just shooken up. It would only be fair if Marco could come away unscathed physically too, right? It was apparent it was because of them he was in his predicament to begin with and he didn't feel right just letting him run off to die or get raped with some strange impromptu sex toy from whatever that creature found lying around if she didn't just go at him from his urethra. But what could they do?<br/><br/>"We have to follow him, he can't be left alone with her." Well duh. "Just... grab something sharp or heavy and c'mon! We'll beat it out of him if we have to."