Time seemed to stop when the felt the weapon fly by him. It was a blur and before he could identify what it was, the both of them were thrown to the ground. He struggled to break free but claws cut into his arm and teeth bit into his shoulder. He cried out and swiped his arm up to loosen Martin’s grip. His shield came under Martin’s chin and he kicked and pushed with all his strength to throw him off.

Should he break free, Ico was quick to stand on his feet again. He had to watch out for Martin’s hands.