Marcus could feel the anger building in him as he watched the wheels in Corbin's head turn for just a moment. But when he stepped forward, he felt sorry for Vivian most of all. He knew that she was not going to like having him and her father fight, more because no matter the out come, she was not going to win. But this<em>man</em>and insulted his mate by ordering her around. He did not care if he was her father, or even his own. But when Corbin just phased through Marcus and did not attack him, he was lost. He turned to look where he was going, but in a defensive manor. As soon as he laid eyes on Vivian, he saw her face change from confused, to pain. If there was a scale in how pissed out Marcus was, he just broke it ten fold. He did not even think, his mind drunk with rage for the pain that was being given to his mate by the hand of another. His eyes left his mate and looked up at the person that had caused her the pain.<br/><br/>He turned and in his hand was an egg. It was red, but slightly transparent. Inside of the egg was an outline of a very small being. Marcus did not have the ability to since when life left a being, but he felt it as he looked at his child that was now in the hands of another. He growled, but it was low, so low that it was not a challenge, but a cry of sadness for the death of his unborn offspring. The words coming from the man that had just done something unspeakable to him where just background noise. His eyes could not leave the egg. Then he throw the egg at him. Marcus reached out and grabbed it, but in his rush, he held it too tightly, popping the membrane. The range came back and he felt his blood boil. He did not look down at Vivian to see the slight, but very noticeable changes in her appearance. He just looked up from his dead little one, to the murderer that was now in his room. He watched him phase through him, and he could feel the man swinging something at him. He jumped and rolled, making the attack by the much more experienced fighter miss. He was sure that it was a narrow miss, and that many more of them would come if he was lucky.<br/><br/>Marcus moved to his feet, the anger flooding into the ring, bringing it to life. But there was too much furry, too much rage, too much feeling for the ring to take in. The overflow moved into his aura, making it flare to life like fire around his body. His aura became so dense that it would be visible to the naked eye. He turned, and looked at the man, his eyes blazing with a black fire. His hand with the ring engulfed in it as well reached out and from the corner of the room his halberd disappeared and reappeared in his hand. He rushed Corbin with every intention of driving him through. His halberd aimed for his chest, the power of the ring flaring, making the black fire on the weapon dance with the taste for his blood.<br/><br/>"DIE!"<br/><br/>The single word that was spoken from the raging dragon that was in the room with the two birds.