Quantum stood still, smoking his cigarette as Poltergeist levitated the objects towards him, aiming to crush him. He felt how his limbs were held in place by the Telekinetic, either that or he had more gin for breakfast than he realized. But Marcus did not flinch as the objects came towards him. The objects were just a few feet away from him as he felt his body being able to move again, Twilight's attack distracting the telekinetic so much that he could not remain his grasp on Marcus. He smirked behind the cigarette, as the metal block fell to the ground in front of him. He forced it to the ground with the gravity field he had generated around himself to protect him from attacks. His only worry was Warpath's energy projectiles, but Twilight had been kind enough to protect him from that as well. Quantum saw how Thorn was attacked my Molotov and Madcap, two of the least stable members of the team, which said a lot coming from Marcus. Thorn dug himself underground and Quantum heard how he broke the ground behind them, incredibly smart, the Ranger had to admit. Some could say that it was because of the times he had gotten beaten in soccer in school by the older kids, or the fact that his superiors kept giving him the shittiest jobs in the army, but Marcus was done with being the underdog. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused for a brief moment before his eyes shot open and he rolled to the side, putting himself right in the middle, in front of where their flag had been, and where the opponent's flag was. Throwing his arms to the side, the changed the gravity field under himself, cementing himself to the ground and then he altered the gravity on the walls changing the gravity pull to be sideways, and made it roughly five hundred times the gravity of the room, forcing enemies and allies alike to lose their balance and fall towards the wall. He could only hold it up for a moment, but it was enough for his plan, as he took his right hand and raised it towards the flag, pulling the enemies flag over to his side of the field.