[ In this, even with his knife, Vander had the clear advantage. Silco was smaller by nearly a foot, he was weak, he had aged. All of the factors that made them so different was enough to keep him from getting away, and his dead hand made it worse, he couldn't use it to try and pull himself to an advantage, he couldn't even use it to grab his other knife, or --
Or use his power --
Silco needed help, he needed an advantage. He needed something to give him the edge, and the fact that he had asked to sleep on this contract with Sebastian now rankled, even if he'd had no way to know that it would be relevant now. He hissed, and when Vander shifted his footing -- made to destabilize him, Silco went down like a rock, one knee to the ground with a solid crunch -- He hissed in anger, frustration, pain. The chill of his shard was bad enough, it practically throbbed with the chill, and he tried to fight, stab... something. ]
Just like last time, huh? Too inconvenient a reminder of how weak you are -- how much stronger you used to be --
[ He rasped, through the pain. His hand fought to scrabble for purchase on his enemy's arm, trying with the knife, but... it's uncoordinated, now that he's on the ground, and he desperately started looking for something -- anything -- an advantage, a person -- There had to be an out, but he could find nothing. ]
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Or use his power --
Silco needed help, he needed an advantage. He needed something to give him the edge, and the fact that he had asked to sleep on this contract with Sebastian now rankled, even if he'd had no way to know that it would be relevant now. He hissed, and when Vander shifted his footing -- made to destabilize him, Silco went down like a rock, one knee to the ground with a solid crunch -- He hissed in anger, frustration, pain. The chill of his shard was bad enough, it practically throbbed with the chill, and he tried to fight, stab... something. ]
Just like last time, huh? Too inconvenient a reminder of how weak you are -- how much stronger you used to be --
[ He rasped, through the pain. His hand fought to scrabble for purchase on his enemy's arm, trying with the knife, but... it's uncoordinated, now that he's on the ground, and he desperately started looking for something -- anything -- an advantage, a person -- There had to be an out, but he could find nothing. ]