[ The gauntlet surely did fly right toward Silco, but it clanged against something almost hard and flung away from him -- his hand outstretched as if he were stopping it, but it clattered to the side, as if it hit something hard -- or you know, a shield spell -- that he'd been holding in reserve. He'd been practicing his abilities, after all. Birdie had certainly given him plenty of practice with his real power, but the others had come with time as well.

He took one look at the metal on the ground, and kicked it behind him, almost as an afterthought. ]

Or you'll what? [ His lips peeled back from his teeth in a sneer. ] Drown me? Kill me? What more could you do to stop me?

[ He had nothing to lose, after all. Jinx wasn't here to protect, so he didn't even have to hold back from lashing out. He didn't have to pretend he wasn't the one who instigated the fight in Highstorm anymore -- he had goaded Vander into striking first for a reason -- and he sure as hell didn't have to worry about the man having any backup from Vi or the Enforcer. Certainly, now that they were gone, it was just...

Just the two of them. And still Vander couldn't see it, could he? That they were all that remained, and he still wanted nothing more than to bring Piltover back? Silco didn't have faith that Vander would have ever aligned with Zenith -- he had no conviction for a dream, after all -- but he could have at least done him the decency of giving him more than pithy begging.

His tone mocking, he couldn't help but add: ] You struck first, Vander. Both before... [ A scoff, and he tapped a finger to his eye. ] And in Highstorm.

Or was that too... much for you. Have you already come up with a story to justify it?

[ Silco had never let a grudge go in his life. ]