[ This is not the first time that an encounter with one of these beings left Silco with a severe disadvantage. He'd thought nothing of it, when he'd seen the creature in his dreams, beyond that it was a violation of his privacy.
Now that his hand had stopped working at the most inopportune moment, Silco was forced to re-evaluate how dangerous that thing had been. See?, it had said, and Silco hadn't seen anything. The scar on his wrist was unusual, but he hadn't anticipated that it would stop working. Certainly not in the middle of a fight, when he needed it most. He was caught off guard enough that Vander caught him in the grapple, and Silco, for all of his ability to be slippery, was old enough now that he couldn't bend or kick like they had when they were boys.
He hissed, and his working hand lashed out, to try and catch him with the knife -- a slash at his arm, and while it wasn't as fatal as the the inscription on the blade promised, he tried to make it deep -- make it hurt.
But it's all he can do, slice at the man, and hope that he would let him go, even though he knew -- he knew he wouldn't. There's only one other chance he has, one more play, but without distance, he can't hope to get free of the aftermath. No, if he used his power now, he would be dead. Instead, with his knife still bared -- bloodied or not -- he fought to slam his head back at the bigger man -- to stun him and free him. ]
Are you going to try to silence me? Again? It didn't work the first time, what makes you think I'll go quiet now?
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Now that his hand had stopped working at the most inopportune moment, Silco was forced to re-evaluate how dangerous that thing had been. See?, it had said, and Silco hadn't seen anything. The scar on his wrist was unusual, but he hadn't anticipated that it would stop working. Certainly not in the middle of a fight, when he needed it most. He was caught off guard enough that Vander caught him in the grapple, and Silco, for all of his ability to be slippery, was old enough now that he couldn't bend or kick like they had when they were boys.
He hissed, and his working hand lashed out, to try and catch him with the knife -- a slash at his arm, and while it wasn't as fatal as the the inscription on the blade promised, he tried to make it deep -- make it hurt.
But it's all he can do, slice at the man, and hope that he would let him go, even though he knew -- he knew he wouldn't. There's only one other chance he has, one more play, but without distance, he can't hope to get free of the aftermath. No, if he used his power now, he would be dead. Instead, with his knife still bared -- bloodied or not -- he fought to slam his head back at the bigger man -- to stun him and free him. ]
Are you going to try to silence me? Again? It didn't work the first time, what makes you think I'll go quiet now?