[Tension laces the numbed air. He didn't have time to question reality; Silco was here, having clawed through a chrysalis like he had. Knuckles bulged around the geode shard in hand. The longer he waited, he thinks, the longer Silco has time to acclimate to the dimly-lit room, the resources, the spatial resistance.
Jayce pushes himself to his feet—staggers, soles not yet dry—and lunges forward. His arm pulls back, the brunt of the rock aimed for Silco's face. The plan was efficient: hit him, knock him out, tie him up for questioning.
But efficiency came at the cost of accounting for other variables — he was naked, equally exposed, and only briefly armed.]
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Jayce pushes himself to his feet—staggers, soles not yet dry—and lunges forward. His arm pulls back, the brunt of the rock aimed for Silco's face. The plan was efficient: hit him, knock him out, tie him up for questioning.
But efficiency came at the cost of accounting for other variables — he was naked, equally exposed, and only briefly armed.]