Markus shudders in his sleep, a mad laughter in his ears. His sight...why was what should be blackness so red? Red. Red. Red. So much of it...the veins within his eyelids clear to him, like writhing maggots beneath the sun. A Claw reaches from the crimson to grab him.

A Sudden breath, and Markus sits up, the battle still raging. "Ah!..I..Im sorry I...Gh, I shouldnt have rushed ahead..I wouldnt usually...Gah. My Apologies Sir, I'll return to the fight at once!" Markus now gets to his feet, a slight limp to his step. He hears the voice of the priest though, something within him telling him to crush her. He disagree, partly, but lets the influence guide him. Marcus moves north, towards the door.