[ He said, and his tone is... confident. There's that air, like there's something that Vander doesn't know, like there's a secret there that he hadn't unlocked yet. Silco, of course, had goaded Vander into taking that first shot, but that wasn't important -- not to him. Silco's only tool for so many years had been his wits and words. Two things that he'd crafted and cultivated. He hadn't the brains for deep, incredible works of science like Singed, but he could organize a small operation with a few other boys out of the mines into the Black Lanes. The hand tightened on his knife, but he slid it behind him, back into the sleeve he'd sewn into his belt for just that purpose. ]
Well, no matter who wanted the fight. I do intend to finish it.
[ He said, his mouth split into something feral, and mean. Part of his face twisted into something angry -- but the cold that seeped into every bit of his veins, it thrummed into his skin, made his calculations sharp and precise. One hand held the man by the collar, and his other now empty, reached up to the man's cheek -- as if he's going to touch it.
Silco had never been touchy. ]
It was so kind of Yima, to give me a gift, when I arrived.
[ Drawing it out, Silco's too confident, too happy to rub this in, when --
A sharp, painful throb shot through his hand, the one twisted in the man's collar, and he felt his hand spasm, go limp -- the one he'd cut off underneath in the roots, with Jinx. His fingers went slack on the man's collar, and with a whimper, the shopkeeper scampered off, moving faster than one would think a person could move. His elbow still worked, but the hand flopped, limply, as if it had no sensation, and Silco let his arm drop with a hiss of anger -- frustration.
What -- ? What had the dryad done to him? Silco's cold anger remained, but the fury melted it quickly, his eyes wide and furious. He had nothing to say -- couldn't say anything after that, but he pulled a small knife from his pocket this time -- the one Sebastian had seemingly conjured out of nowhere. It's lightning quick, the blade sprung with a flash in his hand, and he raised it in anticipation -- Vander would push the advantage, even with his hand throbbing in pain, limp at his side. ]
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I wasn't the one who struck first.
[ He said, and his tone is... confident. There's that air, like there's something that Vander doesn't know, like there's a secret there that he hadn't unlocked yet. Silco, of course, had goaded Vander into taking that first shot, but that wasn't important -- not to him. Silco's only tool for so many years had been his wits and words. Two things that he'd crafted and cultivated. He hadn't the brains for deep, incredible works of science like Singed, but he could organize a small operation with a few other boys out of the mines into the Black Lanes. The hand tightened on his knife, but he slid it behind him, back into the sleeve he'd sewn into his belt for just that purpose. ]
Well, no matter who wanted the fight. I do intend to finish it.
[ He said, his mouth split into something feral, and mean. Part of his face twisted into something angry -- but the cold that seeped into every bit of his veins, it thrummed into his skin, made his calculations sharp and precise. One hand held the man by the collar, and his other now empty, reached up to the man's cheek -- as if he's going to touch it.
Silco had never been touchy. ]
It was so kind of Yima, to give me a gift, when I arrived.
[ Drawing it out, Silco's too confident, too happy to rub this in, when --
A sharp, painful throb shot through his hand, the one twisted in the man's collar, and he felt his hand spasm, go limp -- the one he'd cut off underneath in the roots, with Jinx. His fingers went slack on the man's collar, and with a whimper, the shopkeeper scampered off, moving faster than one would think a person could move. His elbow still worked, but the hand flopped, limply, as if it had no sensation, and Silco let his arm drop with a hiss of anger -- frustration.
What -- ? What had the dryad done to him? Silco's cold anger remained, but the fury melted it quickly, his eyes wide and furious. He had nothing to say -- couldn't say anything after that, but he pulled a small knife from his pocket this time -- the one Sebastian had seemingly conjured out of nowhere. It's lightning quick, the blade sprung with a flash in his hand, and he raised it in anticipation -- Vander would push the advantage, even with his hand throbbing in pain, limp at his side. ]