Marcus slammed the dagger into the blade letting the surge of the Executioner's energy funnel into it. He exerted his strength and pushed the Executioner back.
The executioner was taken aback for a bit but returned, attacking him again, swinging his sword.
Marcus' feet were uprooted, and he began swinging his dagger too.
"Swing that dagger like a toothbrush, Marcus. If you're gonna fight like that, at least floss your enemies to death," Marcus commented.
Anomaly floated overhead, casting his shadows below.
"Precision zero. Style? Negative. If embarrassment is lethal, you'd be a walking nuke, Marcus."
Marcus was panting. He was bleeding and his knuckles were torn. He gritted his teeth. Something in his chest burned. It was not a rage, not even a shame, but something older. A pulse.
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