[Well that was pathetic, and embarrassing, especially for someone that prides themselves on their skill with bladed weapons. He clenches his jaw, wishing he could speak so he could throw taunts and attempt to draw attention back to himself, but he can't do much other than catch Meg's gaze and give a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of his head.
He considers trying to grab the pipe, or go after Silva with his hands, but he's losing blood and blackness keeps threatening to invade his vision. His eyes flutter as he supports himself on his hands, but suddenly his mind clears again as he thinks of something, and he tilts his head upward.
The devil's trap. If he can break it, Meg will be entirely capable of overpowering Silva despite her injuries, and that would do them all a lot more good than just offering tiny distractions. It's too far for him to reach, but he has an idea, and with great effort he ignores Silva and Meg and just dips his fingers into the hole in his shoulder to dig out blood to gather in his palm.]
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He considers trying to grab the pipe, or go after Silva with his hands, but he's losing blood and blackness keeps threatening to invade his vision. His eyes flutter as he supports himself on his hands, but suddenly his mind clears again as he thinks of something, and he tilts his head upward.
The devil's trap. If he can break it, Meg will be entirely capable of overpowering Silva despite her injuries, and that would do them all a lot more good than just offering tiny distractions. It's too far for him to reach, but he has an idea, and with great effort he ignores Silva and Meg and just dips his fingers into the hole in his shoulder to dig out blood to gather in his palm.]