[ It was unlucky. Incredibly so. Two of the most fervent of Meridian's flock, and not one that he could parlay for shared deals like Set β nobody understood that, but nobody needed to, it was private and precious, and two fathers who would burn everything for their children β and Silco knew that he would be in trouble when Voryn started to launch it straight at where he moved, regardless.
Just like Birdie Martinson had, just like he could if he made the effort, and so Silco started pulling tricks out. He just needed time. Time to fight, time to escape, or perhaps call Sebastian. Though he remembered Voryn at his little dinner party. Perhaps Sebastian would not rush, were he to know the subject.
No, he needed to hold steadfast, and use what he'd been given, use all of his power, because he would not be denied what he wanted. To rip, maim, and tear these worlds down by their foundations. To make sure that none of them existed, that the multitude of worlds paid for the crime of not having his daughter. He didn't care that he was up against Hayame and Voryn. He would destroy them, he would deal with them as he would.
He does not address them, because these were both warriors, whereas Silco was a mere street kid who'd been so starved he'd learned numbers and words so he could stop working in the mines. He's nothing to them, but he has focus, and he has wit, and a willingness to do what was necessary.
While Voryn's fireball would have struck true, it splashes ineffectively against the wall behind him, because he was quick to step through his summoned "door", somewhere further and deeper into the room. Thankfully, there is no fire to his clothes, but he has no sneak attacks, and his invisibility drops in favor of focusing on the battle.
He's easy to find, but he's further in, away from them, as if he intends to run. (He doesn't) He won't go down like waste beneath their feet. ]
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Just like Birdie Martinson had, just like he could if he made the effort, and so Silco started pulling tricks out. He just needed time. Time to fight, time to escape, or perhaps call Sebastian. Though he remembered Voryn at his little dinner party. Perhaps Sebastian would not rush, were he to know the subject.
No, he needed to hold steadfast, and use what he'd been given, use all of his power, because he would not be denied what he wanted. To rip, maim, and tear these worlds down by their foundations. To make sure that none of them existed, that the multitude of worlds paid for the crime of not having his daughter. He didn't care that he was up against Hayame and Voryn. He would destroy them, he would deal with them as he would.
He does not address them, because these were both warriors, whereas Silco was a mere street kid who'd been so starved he'd learned numbers and words so he could stop working in the mines. He's nothing to them, but he has focus, and he has wit, and a willingness to do what was necessary.
While Voryn's fireball would have struck true, it splashes ineffectively against the wall behind him, because he was quick to step through his summoned "door", somewhere further and deeper into the room. Thankfully, there is no fire to his clothes, but he has no sneak attacks, and his invisibility drops in favor of focusing on the battle.
He's easy to find, but he's further in, away from them, as if he intends to run. (He doesn't) He won't go down like waste beneath their feet. ]