Like with the others, disregard this if Anya gets an idea that trumps Marcus's.
Marcus, with the others heading off to their assigned posts, walked to his spot.
Though inside his emotions were in turmoil, he kept his face and body language calm and cool. The plan, he knew was a good one. The main problem with it was the key part- the baiting bit. He was the bait, like a worm on a fishhook, to be snapped up and devoured so as to get the catch. Yes, he had support on the ground with him, but he didn't know Kreadle well enough to know if he was worth s**t if things went south, and as for Luc, well, both he and Marcus acknowledged the fact that he was best at talking, not fighting. The only people of their group he could count on in a fight was Carnegie, though he would never admit such a thing to. She was pretty good with that rifle of hers. And then there was Anya. Luc had mentioned that she had some kind of mental problems, which cast a serious pall on her abilities as a fighter. Perhaps her demons would rise up and stop her from shooting.
Hell, Carnegie was a nice enuff lass. If Anya got demoned in the fight, Carnegie'd probably help her, and then where would they be. No ranged support, Kreadle maybe turning into a deserter, and him, no doubt enraged, unable to consider tactics! He wouldn't run then, and he'd get torn to shreds by the mutant, mongrel b*****ds.
Marcus shook his head vigorously, as if to shake these thoughts out of his head. This fight would go fine. Kreadle had a shotgun, and he'd be able to turn a couple of the f***ers into red mist before he could possibly get it in his head to run. And Luc would blindside them. This fight would go well. Hell, the fight would probably even make him mad, and a little rage always cleared his mind of doubts. All he had to do now was psyche himself up for this.
He scanned the treeline, Perception Check, +4 modalmost hoping to see the enemy so they could get this thing started, and then laid his shield on the ground where he could easily grab it, and readied one of his throwing daggers, though he kept his axe in hand. He'd need it to bait.
"Everyone ready?" Marcus called out to his allies, careful to keep his tone from revealing his misgivings.
Yeah! Marcus's Inner Monologue! Now you get to see what the meatshield thinks like, and what the meatshield thinks of you guys.