[Fuck. That wrist had already been bruised significantly and messed up from the horse lady doing the same thing, and Heine isn't used to anything healing so slowly or having a weak point. It's also where his shard is located, and that prompts him to drop the weapon in the end moreso than pain shooting up his fingers. He pulls his hand back while Silco retreats and the knife clatters to the icy floor. Heine keeps his eyes on the man while he reaches down with his left hand for the knife instead; slowly, keeping a crouching stance ready to spring, and watching Silco's eye movement as opposed to his body language, to see if he can pick up on something there that gives him the slightest bit more time to react accordingly.]
They're gonna have to make me.
[He sounds unconcerned, but he isn't entirely. He already knows where he'll end up, if only to stop Meridian from bringing shit back that should stay fucking dead. The moment he takes his eyes off Silco, Heine snatches the knife and attacks again; fast, but he could be faster, and this time going for any opening to slash at Silco's midsection.]
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They're gonna have to make me.
[He sounds unconcerned, but he isn't entirely. He already knows where he'll end up, if only to stop Meridian from bringing shit back that should stay fucking dead. The moment he takes his eyes off Silco, Heine snatches the knife and attacks again; fast, but he could be faster, and this time going for any opening to slash at Silco's midsection.]