[the wave incites an unhappy cry in the dark, with Martin lit up in its glow, recoiling. the light was painful in his eyes – pain was frustrating now. and in frustration...]
NROH–! [blind, the lance sails without much precision as he staggers backward, tripping over himself.]
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NROH–! [blind, the lance sails without much precision as he staggers backward, tripping over himself.]