Marc Spector had seen a lot of crazy things in his life. As Moon Knight, Egyptian deities, fanatic cultists and invisible jackals out to rip him to shreds were a commonplace. He had seen blood and gore during his life as a mercenary, and he had seen death and destruction during his life as a marine. He had looked at the worst of the world and stared death in the eyes, only to experience the best in fragmented hours and passing moments that weren't his own to enjoy. Overall, Marc had seen his fair share, and yet, nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing then.
There were tens of them; Large, hound-like beasts not unsimilar to the Egyptian jackals Marc had faced off against in London, but bigger and bulkier, with glowing red eyes and long batting tails. They ravaged the streets of what Marc assumed was New York, tearing at everything in their sights with clawed fingers and sharpened teeth.
Marc took in a deep breath.
"What are they?" he asked almost breathlessly.
"They, Mister Spector, are the reason you lot were brought together." Wong said, turning to face the supposed team. "So? What are you waiting for?"
He didn't need to say anything more for them to get the message, and before he knew it, Marc was charging, blades drawn, at the beasts ahead.
"So what's the gameplay here?" Captain America asked, flying past Marc overhead. Marc skidded forward, slicing one of the creatures down the ribs with his crescent blades. It howled out desperately, before falling to the ground in a heap of flesh and muscle.
"I say we just kill the things." Yelena yelled over the noise, and Marc managed to glimpse the shin of a knife before the creature before her succumbed. "I mean, they can't be that hard to take out, can they?"
Marc silently agreed, drawing his blade into one of the hound's necks. He would have preferred it if everyone just left him to his work and didn't bother roping him into some half-baked plan.
"How many do you see, Sam?" Bucky asked, and the Captain returned with a; "Twenty-seven.", swooping down to kick one in the jaw and correcting himself to; "Twenty-six."
Marc ducked down, nearly losing his balance when one of the hounds swiped at his head, but a quick kick to the stomach sent it flying backwards with a drawn out whimper. He leaped through the air, sending a couple more down with a few well-aimed shots from the cover of his cloak.
He looked around in search of his next target, pausing to allow himself a moment to scope out the scene. It was chaos, but Marc had already expected that much, an anarchic tornado of flying limbs and weaponry. A lot of it was confusing, too foreign for Marc to understand, so he didn't bother himself with trying to. Instead, he stood there and gawked, sooner than later realising his mistake when the air was knocked out of his lungs as one of the creature's tails hit him at the back, sending him stumbling forward. He quickly turned around, slicing the oncoming beast before it could reach him only to be thrown against the far wall by another from behind.
Marc grunted, falling onto one knee and punching the ground to steady himself. He looked up just as the creature had drawn back its claws to slice, eyes widening when its head was speared with an arrow, the impact sending it sideways in a splutter of blood.
"You're welcome!" the sports kid, Kate, yelled from a mile away, but before Marc could express his gratitude, they were both thrown back into the frey, and Marc was crushed under the weight of another hound.
"You said there were only twenty-six!" he grunted out in an accusatory tone, kicking the hound off of his frame and slicing it down the skull.
"It's the portal!" someone yelled, and Marc's eyes landed on a large tear in the ground that he hadn't noticed before, like a ripped up piece of parchment stained with purple ink.
"That looks like a wizard problem." Captain America said. "Anybody got eyes on Wong?"
Marc looked around for the maroon button-up coat, drawing a blank when he couldn't seem to find it. He was suddenly thrown to the side as one of the hounds crashed into his shoulder and squealed, one of its clawed hands finding its way to Marc's face as they stumbled through the dirt, and Marc winced. He punched hard, his fist stabbing a hole through the creature's chest before his head hit the pavement and his consciousness began to slip into the abyss.
