[ A hiss that sounds jubilant, victory. Silco twisted, his arm back again, to evaluate. He was not a snap-decision mathematician like Jayce, he didn't calculate, but he remembered how to use a knife. Too many years of running the lanes, shoes that barely held together --
Too slow he thought, as he gasped and cried out, Jayce's elbow, sharp and accurate, pummeled into his stomach -- probably close to an organ, with the way the pain shot up his spine, a spasm in is digits, and his own weapon clattered to the ground with a final thud, loud in the silence of this crystalline room. The only sound was the occasional outburst, his and Talis's heavy breathing, and the rush of blood thudding through his ears. ]
Yet another preemptive strike? Your kind can't help but kick us when we're down, can you?
[ His voice was rough, wheezing, from the pain. He lashed out, half a punch, half a swipe of his hand, attempted to grasp at his hair, to pull that too-intelligent head off his shoulders. ]
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Too slow he thought, as he gasped and cried out, Jayce's elbow, sharp and accurate, pummeled into his stomach -- probably close to an organ, with the way the pain shot up his spine, a spasm in is digits, and his own weapon clattered to the ground with a final thud, loud in the silence of this crystalline room. The only sound was the occasional outburst, his and Talis's heavy breathing, and the rush of blood thudding through his ears. ]
Yet another preemptive strike? Your kind can't help but kick us when we're down, can you?
[ His voice was rough, wheezing, from the pain. He lashed out, half a punch, half a swipe of his hand, attempted to grasp at his hair, to pull that too-intelligent head off his shoulders. ]