Lance rolled back up onto his feet, switching his staff for a short short stiletto, and moved to put Bariyan between himself and Martin.

"Well, running doesn't really seem to be an option now does it?"

Then a thought occurred to him. Bariyan was dead. Sure, he's walking around and conscious but he's still dead...and dead things are oh, so useful.
Lance made a small cut on one of the fingers of his right hand and began watching for an opportunity to make his move.