@thchellcat
DOOM making his list public has made the streets even more chaotic than when they were just crawling with demons--human beings looking to take matters into their own hands have increased exponentially, and people looking to give them the tools to be incredibly stupid are having a field day. This warehouse that Marc has just finished cleaning out is only one point in a ring of arms dealers--he had taken particular care to leave no one who could tell the others he would be coming for them eventually, but the more he investigates and the more information he steals off their computer set up, the more he thinks that the damage is already being done. He kicks at the glass he had shattered and huffs, retrieves a moon dart from where it’s lodged in the shoulder of a nameless thug and exits the building.
He ducks into a nearby alleyway and lets out a wince, rotating his shoulder. Of course most of the fighting had taken place in the basement of the warehouse, where there was no visible moonlight to give Marc any extra power in his fighting--leaving him more bruised and battered than he normally would be. He takes an extra second to stand in the light now and inhales slowly--only to open his eyes to see someone approaching him, already speaking. He catches just enough to throw him off guard. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me if I was from hell? Like--literal hell? That’s one opening line I guess.”