He managed to catch on to a ragged sleeve for just a brief moment -- barely an inch of it in his grasp, not enough to keep him here. Only enough to plead:

"Don't run from me."

But Martin pried himself away, broke free, going up and over Bariyan's arm and away. As much as Bariyan had wanted it to, it was obvious that this would not end here. So he scrambled to his feet.

Not this time, he thought. He rolled a shoulder, and braced himself for Martin's next move.