[Vander was a damn fool for thinking he could snatch a moment for himself and it would be as simple as that. The tone of this trip had already begun on the wrong foot after that large-scale Communion event. There were bloodthirsty fools on both sides of the divide, he’d come to learn, and that could only spell trouble on the first real moment that put the two factions in true opposition.
And he knew Silco had to be around here somewhere. The man was too opportunistic to let the first chance at nabbing the oracle for Zenith slip through his fingers. Yet there had been no sight of him lingering in the castle halls or conversing with anyone even within the library’s safe haven. (That right there wasn’t too surprising itself; showing up in a hub like that wasn’t his style, not unless he was making it into a statement.) But it all meant that he was keeping out of sight intentionally, and there would be no good at all to come from that.
So he sits up in surprise at the sudden sound of his voice—the motion jerking suddenly with the abrupt blossom of pain in his back—and internally he’s already cursing himself for letting his guard down in this moment, though all he can really do is heave a grunt of pain in reaction.
This is bad, because he’s already at a disadvantage and Silco wouldn’t initiate a strike like this without a plan lending him confidence. Not after the results of their first unexpected clash.
But there was no time to formulate a plan of his own, only the urgent and pressing need to retaliate. So he extends one arm out and swings his whole body around, hoping to catch his assailant with the back of his hand—even as the motion causes the wound in his back to scream anew.]
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And he knew Silco had to be around here somewhere. The man was too opportunistic to let the first chance at nabbing the oracle for Zenith slip through his fingers. Yet there had been no sight of him lingering in the castle halls or conversing with anyone even within the library’s safe haven. (That right there wasn’t too surprising itself; showing up in a hub like that wasn’t his style, not unless he was making it into a statement.) But it all meant that he was keeping out of sight intentionally, and there would be no good at all to come from that.
So he sits up in surprise at the sudden sound of his voice—the motion jerking suddenly with the abrupt blossom of pain in his back—and internally he’s already cursing himself for letting his guard down in this moment, though all he can really do is heave a grunt of pain in reaction.
This is bad, because he’s already at a disadvantage and Silco wouldn’t initiate a strike like this without a plan lending him confidence. Not after the results of their first unexpected clash.
But there was no time to formulate a plan of his own, only the urgent and pressing need to retaliate. So he extends one arm out and swings his whole body around, hoping to catch his assailant with the back of his hand—even as the motion causes the wound in his back to scream anew.]