[That wiry arm cut into his abdomen, the shoulder crag like a shiv to his stomach. Winded, lungs burning for air, trajectory interrupted. They both fall hard to the ground, Jayce landing on his back with a sickly thud. Kicking out a leg, the momentum shifts his grounded hips; he attempts to hook his ankle to the back of Silco's, adrenaline searing his veins.
Jayce has seconds — maybe.
Blood wets his grip as the geode shard cuts his fingers.]
Fucking, [he gasps, trying to turn enough of an angle to nakedly pin Silco down] unbelievable.
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Jayce has seconds — maybe.
Blood wets his grip as the geode shard cuts his fingers.]
Fucking, [he gasps, trying to turn enough of an angle to nakedly pin Silco down] unbelievable.