Marius stood silent in the ring, a motionless sentinel clad in black. His arms were crossed, resting against his chest. He was watching, waiting for the moment...

Eden positioned himself beside Marius and looked up to the robed man. Their eyes met and once again, the two seemingly read the other's thoughts. It was then, however, that Necropolis attempted to kick out Eden's legs. Eden jumped, but Necropolis caught him by the ankle. With a quick jerk, the man had directed Eden's face towards the mat.

Marius moved far quicker than any who stood with him now. Before Eden's face could hit the mat, Marius had grabbed his ally's shoulder and pulled him back up to his feet. At the same time, Marius used his right hand to firmly grip Necropolis' larynx, closing his grip. The skin broke as Marius' fingers pierced through and continued to increase pressure. Blood rippled from the wound and down Marius' arm, staining the white button-up he wore, sleeves rolled to his elbow, beneath the black robe. He then quickly lifted his now free hand so that it was pressing against Necropolis' face, flattening his nose against Marius' palm. With his thumb and forefinger, Marius squeezed, applying a great amount of pressure to the man's temples. His arctic blue eyes began to fiercely glow as energy - power - shot through them. He was beginning to enjoy this too much...

Realizing his mistake, Marius lifted Necropolis, his right fingers still wrapped around the bloody larynx as his left fingers fought harder to once again touch each other, destroying all that stood between them. Looking deeply into Necropolis' bloodshot, oxygen drained eyes, Marius spoke in a low, yet unnerving voice:

"You may fight well, but you're a fool. Do not underestimate those whom you are unfamiliar with."

As his last word was spoken, Marius threw Necropolis away from Eden and himself. He did not care if he landed. Nor did he care that he just made yet another enemy.