Bariyan's instincts were slow and he didn't see the attack coming until it's was too late -- he tried to stagger out of its way, but it scraped right over his right shoulder. Not that Bariyan even noticed until after he was certain that the thing had gone and the kid had incapacitated himself or, or whatever it is that he was doing down on the ground there.

Bariyan glanced at his shoulder. Torn shirt, torn skin, no blood, no severing of limbs: not a problem. But...

"You're going to be a problem, aren't you," Bariyan said, scowling down at Martin.

He shifted awkwardly. He knew he ought to be getting the hell away, or at least making sure that the boy wouldn't be able try the same thing again, but... this was a kid.

"Look," Bariyan said, warily raising both hands in the air. "I won't fight you if you don't fight me."