The villainous Frost Bolt had taken proper aim on the momentarily vulnerable young heroine before pulling the trigger on his weapon and firing out another deadly projectile. Within the brief window of opportunity, the icy themed villain had targeted Cyshield's chest; an ideal spot for delivering an intentionally deadly blow on ones opponent. There wasn't really any time for one to respond if they hadn't already been in the process of taking action. Fortunately for the young heroine, there was indeed one whom had already snuck only the scene and begun taking action for his own selfish reasons.<br/><br/>An instant prior to the icy projectile finding its target, the already racing Killercide had lunged himself into the middle of the deadly dagger-like item and the woman it was intent on skewering on its pointed tip. Completely blocking the projectile from any chance of hitting Cyshield, the older male had raised his left arm into a defensive pose which took the sharp blunt of the dagger; letting out a sharp sound of pain as the frozen item managed to pierce through costume and flesh despite his tougher than normal human skin.<br/><br/>"Ngh!!" Was the initial noise to escape Killercide's clenched teeth, ignoring the pain and the fresh drops of blood which began falling to the floor along with the damaging projectile, before retorting toward the shocked fellow, "Hey, frosty?! You forgot something!!" His body was already in motion by the time the last word left his mouth; right arm pulled back and legs shifted into a pitcher stance, before hurling the previously retrieved gold bar with superhuman strength and above average speed toward the ice themed menaces cranium.<br/><br/>With his eyes widened at the unexpected turn of events, Frost Bolt hadn't a chance of blocking or dodging the blunt object as it came whirling toward his face, "Mother-"<br/><br/>CRACK<br/><br/>The resulting noise as the bar hit his face had indicated that the younger villain may have broken something. Either way, the sharp, throbbing pain and spiraling of the surrounding world which filled his senses seemed to be enough to keep his mind from focusing on such worries as the male soundly fell back onto the ground with a thud. Whether the guy were unconscious or not, the fight had definitely been taken out of him, and that was enough for Marcus as the older male gave a scoffing sound toward his villainous colleague's current state.<br/><br/>"That's what you get for making me resort to bad puns earlier. Cocky little shit." He grumbled to himself; right arm having moved to cradle at his left while applying pressure in an attempt at stopping the bleeding. So caught up on his revenge was Killercide, that it'd almost slipped his mind on there being other costumed types nearby, until his attention promptly shifted toward the armored girl behind him. "Yeah, you're welcomed, by the way." He scoffed out, almost seemingly ready for carrying on where Frost Bolt had left off if needed, before glancing downward and noticing exactly how badly he was bleeding, "...Damn it."<br/><br/>Stitches would be needed. Which was a pain given the increased invulnerability of his skin, but Marcus knew people who could handle this is needed. It was simply a pain dealing with it. More so, if he tried to start anything with Cyshield or her recovering partner, there was a good chance of making the wound worse and making it a bigger pain to fix up later or, even worse, leave him vulnerable to get caught. Not exactly how he'd want to spend his evening, Marcus reflected, before deciding his own work here was done as he quickly backed away from the young heroine.<br/><br/>Briefly pointing a bloodied finger at her as he backed away, Killercide shouted a few parting words, "Before you go chasing me, you may want to check up on your friend! And remember who may have saved your ass!" With that, the masked villain promptly turned and made a run for it toward one of the nearby alleyways; making use of them for slipping away from both hero and police alike. Fortunately, the majority seemed more focused on frosty over there, which would ideally result in an uninterrupted, if continuously painful, escape from the chaotic crime scene and the area surrounding it.