Martin, too, backed to avoid any oncoming bodies, having to stagger aside with the weight of the weapon still in motion. He released it, and it was dust, but still the force made him turn. He staggered and dropped to a knee to ultimately stop, swiveling his head to snarl at his victim-attackers.

It might not've been worth the trouble, taking on the two of them, but where was reason but anywhere but with him?