Vi escaping with the Enforcer was the last straw. He had, had enough. Everything was going wrong. Everything. The tower, collapsed around them, dusted dirt into the air. He got up off the ground, coughing dirt from his throat. Silco grunted, frustrated, an almost predatory sound. He was always so calm. So cold. So closed off. Keeping his appearance clean and in control. But he had no control. Not now. He didn't know where you were. Vi escaped. That Piltover girl with her. Enforcers arriving. It was all out of his control.

Silco grabbed one of his goons, wrapping his hand around the goons throat and punching him sensless. He threw the man down, screaming and then kicking him. Over. And over. And over again. Until the man was dead at his feet. He was fumming. Ready to burst on anything. Anyone he could. He screamed at himself, kicking another one down and letting out a strangled grunt of a frustrated sound. He smoothed his hair back, kicking at the body once more. He wasn't usually like this. He was angry now. ...Dangerous.