With this much lack of visibility the guns were not going to be every useful. Marcus quickly puts the guns away listening.
He then hears the skidding of the casting as it moves across the floor. It had to be Red Robin, all the thugs capable of running had already ran away.
He quickly throws up a block against the incoming attack.
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