[The silence is perhaps more ominous than obvious sounds of combat would be. But there's nothing issuing from behind that door: no yelling, no sounds of blades clashing, nothing except what might be the faint sound of a perfectly calm conversation... or it might be nothing at all.
It's hard to tell how long it lasts-- five minutes? Ten? But at last the door opens and Marcus emerges, looking no worse for wear aside from a tear in the sleeve of the boutique jacket he'd grabbed for this purpose. From the looks of it, the blow that caused it didn't even manage to wound him, if the lack of visible blood is any indication...]
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It's hard to tell how long it lasts-- five minutes? Ten? But at last the door opens and Marcus emerges, looking no worse for wear aside from a tear in the sleeve of the boutique jacket he'd grabbed for this purpose. From the looks of it, the blow that caused it didn't even manage to wound him, if the lack of visible blood is any indication...]