All in all, Silco was feeling rather pleased with himself. He'd managed to sneak into the fray, capture Kaeya's shard, and give a nice dose of his Shimmer to the two other Kenoma fighting up close. It was almost like old times, finding the weak, the desperate, or those that craved the kind of power Shimmer gave, and dosing them up in the middle of battle. He'd just finished doing that, before he'd arrived in Horos, and while that hadn't been as successful, he'd been feeling pleased enough with himself, his footsteps still slow enough to not draw any attention.
He'd tried to go invisible, but... the ability didn't seem to work. He tried again, and again, but each time, he could see his hand before him, like it was still present and visible. He grimaced, but kept moving, looking over his shoulder occasionally, to catch glimpses of the action, and make sure he wasn't going to be done in by an errant attack, or done in if Estinien hit the ground like he had before.
Light -- light that bright, that he saw when he looked over his shoulder -- was the first sign that something was wrong. Silco's feet stumbled, caught off guard by the halo, the wings, and his hands shook, a reaction to the vile, white presence that he remembered. He remembered that light, the attempt to soothe him and his lips peeled back from his teeth, fury and disgust, his nose curled, and he about barked out to the two shimmer-laden teens to attack, but they were already on the attack, launching themselves at that... thing.
The...Mondad. He filed that away for later. Perhaps the Regent would know, he doubted he would find word of it in the Library, but he would look all the same, later. For now, he needed out of here, before that thing sought him out again, and a phantom pain throbbed through his hand that he'd lost the last time he'd been in Venera.
Out, he needed out. His head wheeled back and forth, and he looked for an exit, Kaeya's shard still clutched in his hand, and he squeezed it, his head wheeling around, his hair already askew again from being startled by the...Creature. He started walking -- Running -- faster, to get out of here. He needed to get away from that thing. He couldn't stab it, not in this state, not with the thing holding it being Estinien, in all his draconic power. Silco had already burned his invisibility, and with Makoto and Gen hopped on Shimmer, it was the only thing he could offer in the event.
His feet moved faster, heading for the first exit he could find.
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He'd tried to go invisible, but... the ability didn't seem to work. He tried again, and again, but each time, he could see his hand before him, like it was still present and visible. He grimaced, but kept moving, looking over his shoulder occasionally, to catch glimpses of the action, and make sure he wasn't going to be done in by an errant attack, or done in if Estinien hit the ground like he had before.
Light -- light that bright, that he saw when he looked over his shoulder -- was the first sign that something was wrong. Silco's feet stumbled, caught off guard by the halo, the wings, and his hands shook, a reaction to the vile, white presence that he remembered. He remembered that light, the attempt to soothe him and his lips peeled back from his teeth, fury and disgust, his nose curled, and he about barked out to the two shimmer-laden teens to attack, but they were already on the attack, launching themselves at that... thing.
The...Mondad. He filed that away for later. Perhaps the Regent would know, he doubted he would find word of it in the Library, but he would look all the same, later. For now, he needed out of here, before that thing sought him out again, and a phantom pain throbbed through his hand that he'd lost the last time he'd been in Venera.
Out, he needed out. His head wheeled back and forth, and he looked for an exit, Kaeya's shard still clutched in his hand, and he squeezed it, his head wheeling around, his hair already askew again from being startled by the...Creature. He started walking -- Running -- faster, to get out of here. He needed to get away from that thing. He couldn't stab it, not in this state, not with the thing holding it being Estinien, in all his draconic power. Silco had already burned his invisibility, and with Makoto and Gen hopped on Shimmer, it was the only thing he could offer in the event.
His feet moved faster, heading for the first exit he could find.