Martin was somehow relieved by the defense he was falling toward; he really wasn't prepared to actually land on the guy squarely! Instead, he guided one hand with the other, uncurling his fingers. The palm opened up with only a second or two of rest before the next lance was rocketing out and down toward the ground. He quickly grabbed on to the end as it appeared, riding it down as it started to fall like some downed tree, with Osprey in its path.