He'd forgotten what he was fighting, what he was afraid of. Every thought was simply get away or else – Martin didn't even wonder what or else could mean. It couldn't be good. Something awful had happened, and something worse was going to, he knew–

The big shape now in his way only fueled his blind panic, dropping him back to instinct. Instinct set his palms down before him and hunched his body forward, conjuring the lance to launch him up and up – his body twisting and straightening to adjust his course and latch onto the wall with those claws of him. Once his feet found the wall as well, he pushed away, to catch the building adjacent, and in that back and forth way, he scaled up to the roof, vanishing from sight but not from sound.

One more lance to catch his fall as he leaped out into the air before him, and Martin rolled back to the ground a distance away, scrambling into a run.