The blade coming from not where surprised the dragon a little. He was not thinking that he would have a weapon on him. But then again, if he was in less rage filled mindset, he would not known better. A warrior would never come to a place, even his own home, with out his weapon. The quick motion of the blade rushing to meet his own came like a flash. He did not care that his attack was stopped. He just put more of his brute force into his weapon, hopping to push down the killer that had harmed his young, and his mate at the same time. He was so focused in the act of pushing down the male, that he could not dodge or even parry the punch that came at his face. It hit him in the check bone, and small pops and snaps where heard with the impact. But Marcus' head hardly moved, his brain not feeling the pain yet, just the feel of the bones under his skin breaking.<br/><br/>"LIES!"<br/><br/>He did not trust the man that had just harmed his family, his young, his mate. He stepped back just a tad, and then aimed a kick at the man's knee, hopping to wound in, and hinder his movement that was vastly superior to his own.