[ Silco expected something as a follow-up. Gen is young enough, and impulsive enough, that he wouldn't doubt that the boy would come after him. The knife thrown in his direction? Easy to predict. The Shield is up long enough to bounce off, but Gen himself β Silco didn't quite predict the way he launched over the desk, and went right for his throat.
His mind, of course, was trying to remember the spell he'd learned, the one that forced life away from him, but he can't remember the words as soon as Gen's hands close around his throat. Silco's eye went wide, his breath choked out, and fingers on his neck is enough to start sending him into a panic.
He can't even say anything, but he has one more trick up his sleeve to deal with Gen. One more thing to do.
He slapped his hand on the doorframe behind him, and exerted his will toward his hand in that moment, where his ungloved hand had what could only be called a tattoo on it β or perhaps a brand. He'd been hoping to open the door and call his guards up, but Gen had been too fast, and Silco β he would not be killed by some upstart. ]
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His mind, of course, was trying to remember the spell he'd learned, the one that forced life away from him, but he can't remember the words as soon as Gen's hands close around his throat. Silco's eye went wide, his breath choked out, and fingers on his neck is enough to start sending him into a panic.
He can't even say anything, but he has one more trick up his sleeve to deal with Gen. One more thing to do.
He slapped his hand on the doorframe behind him, and exerted his will toward his hand in that moment, where his ungloved hand had what could only be called a tattoo on it β or perhaps a brand. He'd been hoping to open the door and call his guards up, but Gen had been too fast, and Silco β he would not be killed by some upstart. ]