[ Silco himself is breathing hard, and he itched for a smoke or a drink -- or both. Not likely the right solution, when ones lungs burned all the way down, the way his body twitched and itched, afterward. He straightened, but didn't put his knife away yet.

One lesson that he wouldn't forget is to be without a weapon out when someone else was already heated.

He laughed, softly, a chuff of wry amusement. ] Yes? See that you do. I'm not a front-liner, as it were, but if we're going to engage the other side again, I say we use every advantage possible.

[ He eyed Gen, curious. ] You've had more practice than me at some things, you're rather quick on the dodge, aren't you?