[better and better. small as he is, Martin easily darts through that opening, twisting himself and pointing his palm toward the pair he'd just escaped.
really, two birds, one stone: in launching that lance, Martin is pushed further away, while giving malicious parts of him the satisfaction of at least trying to skewer something as he escapes.
but he isn't wasting time to find out; he's more scared than anything, and flee takes the forefront.
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really, two birds, one stone: in launching that lance, Martin is pushed further away, while giving malicious parts of him the satisfaction of at least trying to skewer something as he escapes.
but he isn't wasting time to find out; he's more scared than anything, and flee takes the forefront.
and so he does.]