[ Silco had gone for the backstab for a reason. Without the crowds of Highstorm to serve as a witness to the fact that he hadn't struck first, and the advantage of being in this already fraught situation, with tensions heightening... Well, if anyone saw him, there was no problem for a Zenith and a Meridian to be fighting over sand, was there? If it was personal, well. Nobody needed to know that, beyond his Demon.
And he actually did hope that Vander wouldn't get to know that particular secret yet. No need to let the cat out of the bag too soon, but Vander was still stronger than him, and by these days... probably faster too. He'd been out of the game for a lot longer, stuck behind a desk and delegating, and though his time in Horos had honed and sharpened old survival instincts... Silco so often returned to what he was good at. Logistics, numbers, and running an operation, not the...violent side of things.
He needed more stooges, given that most of his power wasn't one for unleashing on just anyone --
A thought that fluttered to life, before it died in the sudden shock of a hit to his side, and he slammed against the table with a grunt. No, he wasn't going to let him get that upper hand -- He pulled the knife out with a twist of his wrist and used the momentum to take a step or two back, just enough to get out of punching range.
He couldn't go invisible again -- this power seemed to work the same as Horos, but that didn't matter. He lashed out, instead, that knife still in his gloved grip -- odd, as Silco had never really worn gloves, even last they fought -- and he aimed it down, at that hand, to try and stab. Perhaps ineffective, but he wasn't about to give him a moment's chance to put those fists on. ]
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And he actually did hope that Vander wouldn't get to know that particular secret yet. No need to let the cat out of the bag too soon, but Vander was still stronger than him, and by these days... probably faster too. He'd been out of the game for a lot longer, stuck behind a desk and delegating, and though his time in Horos had honed and sharpened old survival instincts... Silco so often returned to what he was good at. Logistics, numbers, and running an operation, not the...violent side of things.
He needed more stooges, given that most of his power wasn't one for unleashing on just anyone --
A thought that fluttered to life, before it died in the sudden shock of a hit to his side, and he slammed against the table with a grunt. No, he wasn't going to let him get that upper hand -- He pulled the knife out with a twist of his wrist and used the momentum to take a step or two back, just enough to get out of punching range.
He couldn't go invisible again -- this power seemed to work the same as Horos, but that didn't matter. He lashed out, instead, that knife still in his gloved grip -- odd, as Silco had never really worn gloves, even last they fought -- and he aimed it down, at that hand, to try and stab. Perhaps ineffective, but he wasn't about to give him a moment's chance to put those fists on. ]