Mark finally arrived to the smoking ruins of the bank. He then saw Scrapper wrecking the place. The scene had brought back memories, most not good. Mark remembered his fight with Scrapper in the arena, how his body had been practically turned to swiss cheese from Scrapper's bullets. He remembered the Gamemaster's experiments on his body. It was a lot to handle. Mark clutched at his head and slightly bent over, struggling with himself for a few moments. His eyes briefly changed for a moment, turning into those of a monster. They then turned back to normal as Mark struggled to suppress his violation tendencies. "C'mon, this isn't the time..." he muttered to himself. Mustering his courage, Mark apoached Scrapper.
"Well, well, well. Look who's here." He said, unsheathing his sword.