The expression on Martin's face damn near broke him.

It at least gave Bariyan the strength to wrench free, just briefly, just to scream -- losing control of himself, reverting back to the oldest language that he knew, cursing. The words ripped through his throat, echoing off the walls.

He managed to turn his head back towards Lance to stare, red-eyed and horrified. He didn't understand what was happening to him, but he could at least guess who was at fault, and he could guess what might happen next.

Bariyan turned his stare back on Martin.

"Leave!"