That's what you're scared of, isn't it? You're scared that I know all about the parts of yourself that you hate, just like Phil.

[It is a pretty pathetic punch, and that's why it takes Marcus absolutely no effort to simply lift his left hand up to block it before it can even get anywhere close. Maybe he should have let it hit, honestly, but at the same time he doesn't want to allow Phantom even the smallest bit of satisfaction here.

But he's not done yet-- no sooner does he block that punch than his right hand shoots out to grab Phantom around the neck and just squeeze, letting the momentum carry them both forward until Phantom's back slams against the wall. He feels all of this too, of course, and it hurts, but it's nothing he hasn't felt before, and certainly not anything he can't simply shrug off, at least for the time being.]

Now, why don't we play a little game? Which one of us is going to pass out first... pretty sure I can call the winner right now...