"Who the fuck cares what," Marcus growled. Not like anyone told them shite anyroad, and he didn't care. He had to assume these were the bad guys. He sidestepped the jacket, moving in on Chambers, crowding him. He trusted that Blake would let him take him down physically, and wait on the body bind until he absolutely had to. He also trusted that Blake wouldn't bind him by accident.
He made another grab for Chambers; he'd rather wrestle than punch right now, but whichever worked in the end.