A figure made his way through the murky light of a new moon; there was very little save shadow and darkness but he could see clearly; a gift he'd always possessed. He stepped surely over fallen branches and thick undergrowth as he made his way further into the forest. His black cloak skimmed the foliage and he moved almost soundlessly; he'd grown up in forests similar to this, and he knew how to move with the night, become one with it and blend in. Tonight he'd chosen thin flexable boots to cover his feet, they were nice and he could feel rubble beneath the soles, it was reassuring. He felt his blood coursing beneath the fitted black tunic he wore, and the thin black trousers skimmed over his flesh like second skin. He had on heavy gloves, he planned on destruction, and it wouldn't do to have his hands bloodied.
Soon he reached a suitable location, a sort of clearing in the thick growth of trees, there were ancient towers of living greenery here...good they'd fit into his plan nicely then. Tonight Marco needed to burn off some anger and frustration. He had just learned a secret so vile and repulsive as to cause even his black heart to take notice. HE pulled the cloak's concealing hood off and his platinum blonde hair flashed dully in the almost nonexistant light. He was certainly the brightest thing in the forest tonight, he pondered what creatures he might attract... a grin stretched his features at the prospect of a sparring partner other than the trees.
He stretched lithely for a bit, relaxing and preparing muscles for the work he intended to give them. He looked to the North, East, South, and West in turn, drawing on ancient spirits and calling forth powers of protection, warding, and forgiveness.
Then without further ado he slipped into a ready stance and unleashed a torrent of blows onto the three nearest treetrunks. Each blow sounded with a satisfactory thud and jolt against his fist or foot. Blue eyes glinted with satisfaction, yes this was just what he needed... well he could think of other forms of getting the confusion and betrayal out of his system, but a good workout was always cathartic. He paid no heed to any sound other than his own noise as he continued to move in Kata and attack the forest savagely. True, he had one ear open to any intrusion that might invade his senses, he was no fool; he'd cast a simple barrier ward to warn of visitation, but tonight he was prepared to release the beast he carried within. Darkest heart born of hatred and pain, he unleashed another barrage against a now fallen trunk. It had crashed to the earth with a satisfying crunch as it tore through the canopy overhead and met with the firm ground below.
He would make his peace with Mother Earth later, for now he needed this release.