Martin had no idea where he was anymore, there was a gun pointed at his head and questions where being fired at him.
Questions he couldn't find the answer to, he was losing grip again, as far as he .. *KABOOOOM!!* "Oh shit" Martin looked with wide eyes at the sizable explosion where he just remembered he left the two duelists.
Looked like he missed it after all, just as she'd predicted.
Martin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked Matt in the eyes as he carefully dropped Lightning in front of him. He set the crimson blade in the ground behind him and loosed the straps around his shoulders so the backpack and the riot-shield attached to it dropped to the ground.
"can't show fear, never show fear" he thought as he took another deep breath while staring down the barrel.
"This artifact isn't mine, but it is in my care for safekeeping." Slowly he took his backpack and held it between himself and the gun, as if it would provide cover. He slowly reached in and pulled out a white bottle. He presented it to Matt.
"If you let me I will now see if its owner still draws breath, you have more pressing matters to attend to" Martin gestured at Matt's scratches and then to Lightning with the bottle.
the shaking of the bottle made a recognizable sound.
"Painkillers, take them."