As t□e□wa□ rage□ o□, Marcu□ □□ced his □reatest □hall□n□e yet. Cornered by th□ □nem□'□□e□i□e fo□ces, he□stood alo□e□against insur□o□ntable □dds. W□t□□his□ba□k a□□ins□ the wall and his comrades rel□ing □n h□□, Marcus□tappe□ into a re□□rve□of inner st□e□gth he never knew he had.□In a □is□lay of□unmatched sk□ll and braver□,□he fought □i□□ a fury tha□□seem□d to d□fy the very laws□of □at□re.月球漫步□2□