[ He had something to say -- Silco always did, but it came out as a desperate rasp for air instead. He fought with his feet, trying to find purchase -- his fingers dropped the knife, once he had only one hand with which to desperately claw at Vander's arm, to try and find purchase, to fight to find a way out.
His fingers are already uncoordinated, and his feet slid on the ground, as he tried to fight for air.
His head throbbed from the headbutt, and there's bleeding at his nose now, the trickle is unpleasant, but he can do little more than suffer through it. His fingers clawed desperately at Vander's arm, trying to peel it away so he can get a breath of air, but the man is, and always has been, bigger and stronger than him. Now he can't even -- he can't muster the strength to even use his power, a send-off to the man to remind him who got the last word.
Silco can't even make any, and his eyes slowly started to roll. With his dead hand, he tried to jab his elbow into Vander's middle mass, but it's weak, and ineffective, pinned between Vander and the ground, he choked out another sound that could have been words, but it's hard to tell -- ]
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His fingers are already uncoordinated, and his feet slid on the ground, as he tried to fight for air.
His head throbbed from the headbutt, and there's bleeding at his nose now, the trickle is unpleasant, but he can do little more than suffer through it. His fingers clawed desperately at Vander's arm, trying to peel it away so he can get a breath of air, but the man is, and always has been, bigger and stronger than him. Now he can't even -- he can't muster the strength to even use his power, a send-off to the man to remind him who got the last word.
Silco can't even make any, and his eyes slowly started to roll. With his dead hand, he tried to jab his elbow into Vander's middle mass, but it's weak, and ineffective, pinned between Vander and the ground, he choked out another sound that could have been words, but it's hard to tell -- ]