Psii wasn't exactly an expert at trained fighting, and the fall hurt him almost as much as Signless. Real fucking graceful, Captor, he thought as he struggled to untangle his limbs, losing precious time. He ignored the hiss; they growled and hissed at each other often enough in normal circumstances—well, as normal as the two of them could get.

"Thith would be real romantic if only you weren't trying to kill me! You realize that'th what'th happening?" he garbled roughly. Something warm was running down his cheeks. Just sweat, he told himself. "You're off your game, Vantas. How can you survive a battle if you can't even land one on me? You should jutht come with me before you hurt yourthelf."

In truth, Psii was horribly surprised he'd gotten this far. Usually Signless found some way to pin his lanky ass. He punched at Signless's hand and went for the gun, eager to neutralize such a lethal threat. Hopefully he could pop the magazine out for double the safety.