He reached to his belt and unclipped the metal cylinder that was his denn-bok in its collapsed form. "I'm an old school man, as well," he said, twirling it, and then releasing the catch, so that the staff extended to its full length. There were no glowing runes on this weapon - just very old Minbari script.
He held the denn-bok out in front of him, and bowed over it. Like his weapon, there was nothing superhuman about Marcus, but he did have excellent training, and years of it, alongside aliens stronger and hardier than the human race. "I'm Marcus, by the way," he said.