Marcus took the time to sit down and rest for most of what was left of the day. The meal he had was starting to upset his stomach, but it was something he was dealing with. He laid on his back, not moving, not even thinking. His body was working to fix up the wounds on the inside, something he could not hurry up with his magic. She had hit a few organs of his, and it was going to take some time. He watched the rest of the light fade away, and then the pale like of the moon come out. He had heard the working of magic in the building most of the day. Someone was doing something big in there, or it was just a lot of other people just doing a lot of little things. He could never tell, that ability not so polished like the rest of them are.<br/><br/>He got up late into the night, and started to move around. He was feeling much better then before. He walked over to the door and picked up his halberd. He did not see her sword on the ground, so she must have picked it up, or the others did it for her. He walked over to the wall that he seemed to like putting it up on. But just as he was lifting it, he saw a little bit of dried blood on the blade still. It seemed like he did not get it all when he liked it off before. He smiled at it, and thought about doing it again, but then he thought that he should leave it on there, just to show her that he had hit her before. The blade would not rust or anything else, so there was no problem for leaving it there. But he was sad that the next time that he hits someone else, her blood would be gone and he would not be able to piss her off with it.<br/><br/>Just as that thought hit him, he felt as if something was tugging him to come along, or pulling him. He could not understand it until he looked down at his shoulder and saw the edge of the mark that was left on his shoulder from her bite. He smiled and thought that he might just follow what it said for right now. He left the halberd on the wall and left his room. He looked down and saw her with her father. He smiled as they were heading to the training area. He followed them, but not too closely.<br/><br/>When he entered the room, they had already started the fight, and it was something that looked too flashy to him. It was not rage, but skill. Not power, but tricks. He could not understand how demons could fight like that. He could see the claws and teeth of each one of them, but he could not tell who's they where. Both of them looked like a shadow that was running from the light. He did not see any of them wounded, but then again, how would one of them become that way. He smiled, and thought that this is her at her full "power" and he was watching it to see if he could find any kind of weakness with in it. But he could see nothing.<br/><br/>As the fight went on, he started to feel like he was not going to be able to beat her or even her father because of that stupid ability. He was going to have to find some dark way of breaking that ability. Just then he felt like running in there and fighting them both. But he could not understand why he would do that, it was stupid. But he felt it again, and it was magic telling him to do so. He looked down at his hand, and saw the ring that was on his finger shine, in a very dark light, ever so slightly. There was almost no trace of magic in it, but he could feel something. Like it was taking in his want and need to grow stronger, and turning it into something he. He smiled as he looked at the dark bird that seemed to be carved into the ring, and he looked back at them. He could use this, maybe he was just going to have to buff up his power with something like this.<br/><br/>He felt the magic growing stronger, and he stopped thinking about beating them, because it is what seemed to be driving the ring to come to life. And sure enough, it started to fade. He just hopped that no one in the room saw the ring or felt it. He was not going to let his little thought, maybe even weapon, be found out so soon.