He was ready this time. He met Martin with his shield and his feet dug into the ground. Using his free hand, he grasped for Martin’s hand while keeping him at bay with his shield. With a glance, Ico could see they were not hands anymore, but claws. However, he still held the hope that under those claws and teeth, his friend was still there, somewhere.

“Martin!” Ico shouted and shook him. “Wake up!”