Marcus laughed at all the men jumping up from under bushes and out of trees. One leapt towards and he promptly caught him with one hand by the front of his shirt and threw him back into the tree he had just come from, breaking his back.<br/>Marcus drew his sword, the sight of it alone made several hesitate, with a strong leap that seamed almost unnatural for the amount of armor he was wearing, Marcus landed in a small group of the attackers and swung his sword. It did indeed cleave one man in two which slowed it enough for another to move enough to only lose his arm, the momentum lost the sword imbedded itself in the near tree about three quarters the way through. The other two seeing an opportunity charged him, he turned and back-handed one away... he didn't get up. To the last, he meerly looked at him and he dropped to the ground writhing and struggling as though he were pinned.<br/>Any who noticed would've seen a flash in Marcus's eyes, it was his only form of magic really, altering the weight of the man's vest to such a weight that he couldn't move it.  He considered just leaving him there, but turning to pull his sword from the tree he had another idea.<br/>Wrenching the sword free he stepped around the tree and pushed it towards the man on the ground... there was a scream just before the crash of the tree then nothing.