Marcus twisted, managing to get a leg hooked around Isaac, rolling them both, aiming to slam his head into the floor and not really thinking about the small table it would push them both into. Things didn't matter. Taking out every ounce of anger on the man who had lied to him. Who had walked out. If he'd gone anywhere but Lavender, Marcus might've been able to ignore it, but he knew how Isaac felt about her, and he was fucking well positive that given half a chance, Isaac'd take her back. It was what he wanted, after all, and what bloke wouldn't take the straight relationship over this?
He snarled as he punched, aiming for Isaac's jaw, his own hands still taped and bruised from working the bag.