Annoying, that shield. Martin attempted to bully into it once more, finding much of the same response before staggering back a few paces. Hunched forward again, he pressed his palms to the ground and loosed a pair of thin-bodied lances, energy enough to lift him high overhead. He grappled and scrambled up a wall and back into the dark up high, the sounds receding with him.

Regroup, move roundabout...He'd make that shield worthless.