[ He didn't feel like talking, which was fine for Silco. He didn't need Kim to respond, he just had to listen, didn't he? He was about to say something about the knife he pulled out, small, and simple. There was nothing particularly wicked about it, pure utility, like something a dock worker would use. Silco knew what those were like, after all, he'd stolen one as a boy.
He felt the breath go out of her -- not dead, because the Regent wanted them to see a trial -- but she went limp in his arms, and he'd been about to drop her, and deal with Kim in earnest, when something hit him from above -- rubbing alcohol from the smell -- and he narrowed his eyes, before he unceremoniously dropped the doctor before him.
He pulled his own knife out from within his coat. Longer, wicked, a serrated point on his knife, and he held it with a practiced hand. It wasn't ornate, unlike most of the clothing he had on -- more function than form -- and he swiped the air, testing it. ]
How cute. You aren't the only one who's been playing with our new abilities, you know.
[ He didn't try for one of those little fireballs, or to pull something on top of Kim, but instead, with the crook of a finger, he let the door clatter behind him, before he rushed him, trying to distract him with the presence of possible companion or enemy, before he went low, to swipe with his knife. ]
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He felt the breath go out of her -- not dead, because the Regent wanted them to see a trial -- but she went limp in his arms, and he'd been about to drop her, and deal with Kim in earnest, when something hit him from above -- rubbing alcohol from the smell -- and he narrowed his eyes, before he unceremoniously dropped the doctor before him.
He pulled his own knife out from within his coat. Longer, wicked, a serrated point on his knife, and he held it with a practiced hand. It wasn't ornate, unlike most of the clothing he had on -- more function than form -- and he swiped the air, testing it. ]
How cute. You aren't the only one who's been playing with our new abilities, you know.
[ He didn't try for one of those little fireballs, or to pull something on top of Kim, but instead, with the crook of a finger, he let the door clatter behind him, before he rushed him, trying to distract him with the presence of possible companion or enemy, before he went low, to swipe with his knife. ]