The practice fields rang with the sound of steel upon steel, clashes of swords and shields. The curses of the soldiers barely discernable amid the war cries and clanging metal. One might think that it would be hard to think, to concentrate amid the cacophony of sounds yet Marcus felt right at home as he watched the newer soldiers take blows from veterans.<br/><br/>"Elbows down De'Leon, your shield is no good if your arm is removed from your body!" He shouts to one, to another "Good Salliese, keep pressing the attack! Oh...Shake it off.." Moving along the duellers, offering praise and criticism as needed he stops when he comes to the last pair. This new one, a new Knight, was small in stature for the men around him. But what that did not sway Marcus' opinions, no it was not physical impressions that won the battle. Its grit, determination, and endurance mixed with a lot of cunning and a small amount of luck.<br/><br/>Swiping his chocolate brown bangs from his eyes, Marcus stands at an impressive six feet five inch frame, his blue eyes peircing as he nods. "Your up." He speaks to the smallish Knight.