[if she's heard? it's not apparent. not right away, anyhow. Martin is turning his back to the streetlight, hunched forward as he stops to get his balance. some sense of bearing. why...?
raspy and slurred, coming out of a throat too raw and warped for proper words:] Oohghadyi... [a rattled breath.] Hhhostyavh– [slowly turning, the anger rising in his voice.
mixed in a roar as he throws his arm forward:] MhenyhrarghBFHOQUEYE–!
[the lance, not so bulky and unruly as times before this encounter, is released from his hand and caught before it could fly completely free. both hands around it, he swung it heavily horizontally, whether aiming to slide through the girl or the streetlamp is unclear, but the latter is going to certainly go down with a great deal of noise.]
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raspy and slurred, coming out of a throat too raw and warped for proper words:] Oohghadyi... [a rattled breath.] Hhhostyavh– [slowly turning, the anger rising in his voice.
mixed in a roar as he throws his arm forward:] MhenyhrarghBFHOQUEYE–!
[the lance, not so bulky and unruly as times before this encounter, is released from his hand and caught before it could fly completely free. both hands around it, he swung it heavily horizontally, whether aiming to slide through the girl or the streetlamp is unclear, but the latter is going to certainly go down with a great deal of noise.]