Marcus
"Its not just that," he said, a passionate smile suddenly forming on his face. "Its a mental battle. Intimidation, fear, excitement, joy, sadness Each blow in a fight creates a wave of emotions, each crashing on each other until the two fighters are swimming in a sea of feelings. You can call me a masochist if you want, but I enjoy drowning in that sea. Hell, even when we fought that other vampire, I feel like I understood her a bit."
He sighed and said, "Sex and violence. The most honest games we play..."
All of the sudden, he had an epiphany. His entire body came to attention as he walked, straightening his posture and causing his arms to rest by his hips. Then, all at once, his posture softened. "Agh, you don't want to listen to me ramble," he groaned."