Moving through the trees Marcus hears a few shouts and a short scuffle, then a loud crash... like a body hitting the ground. More shouts, multiple it seems, best to stay in cover till they part for now. After minutes pass with no other movement or sound he continues towards the direction of the crash. Stepping from behind a tree he sees a small girl lying on the ground with many small scratches and bright red scraps and bruises, the many branches beneath her said she fell out of the tree, looking up Marcus saw why... another competetor was up the tree. Stepping back behind the trees he draws out his bow, strings it and draws back an arrow. The target focused on his prizes from the poor girl didn't notice him yet, though he kept glancing about like a spooked deer. The branches made it hard for a clear shot, but even winging him would be enough to knock him out the tree. He fires landing a hit in the side, the target screams loses his grip and falls hard the packs coming down on top of him knocking what little wind he had left out of him. Quickly Marcus moves in and slits his throat ending him in a short gurgle of breath. Breath... the girl is still alive but dieing her labored gasps noticable now. Cleaning off the knife he moves to her, like with the last he kneels behind her head lifts it carefully resting it in his lap for a moment. "You've drawn a sour lot for this one didn't you? Calm your soul, make your peace with your gods fore now I send you to meet them little one." Lifting her head once more and giving it a sharp twist Marcua breaks her neck and her body falls limp and a calm washes over her face. Resting her head on the ground and crossing her arms he makes the funeral chants and signs of his colony and then takes the other packs off into the trees and brush. After finding a good hiding place he inspects thier contents, coupled with those he already had he makes one bag of needed items and then looks for places to hide the others for a later date.