It was all a threat in his mind, so more was the panic and struggle to be rid of him. For what effort was behind reaching for him, Martin's effort in scrambling free was double. Getting away from grasping fingers was most important, and against those he struggled the fiercest, feet finding a place to brace by way of the looming shape's chest.

He heaved, trying to pry enough space for himself to scramble through and claw away – or up if need be.