[Goddamnit that hurt. Not to mention he'd have to fix the shirt Avenger just ruined, too.]
[...No one ever said Waver had great priorities. But then again, his self-preservation instinct wasn't too bad in dire situations like this. While he didn't trust his concentration enough to strike precisely at Avenger's wrist or hand with Volumen Hydragyrum, Waver had to do something before the hand on his throat or the blood he was now rapidly losing caused him to pass out.]
[There was no question in Waver's mind that he couldn't stand against a Servant in combat; his encounter with Berserker some time prior had reinforced the fact. But if he was fast enough, he could at least hope to knock Avenger off of him and use his Mystic Code to cover an escape.]
[Luckily, his weapons weren't just limited to mercury. Waver had spent years learning to beat magi at his game rather than their own; and when hand to hand combat failed, conventional weaponry would compensate. He'd carried a knife since he was a teenager for a long list of reasons, and it was that knife he'd taken from the same pocket as his Mystic Code and attempted to stab into Avenger's arm.]
[It was desperation, really. The frantic clawing of one driven straight into a corner; there was nothing remotely planned or strategized about this, which wasn't like him at all. Really, despite how reckless he'd be in antagonizing Avenger to start with, Waver flat-out didn't want to die.]
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[...No one ever said Waver had great priorities. But then again, his self-preservation instinct wasn't too bad in dire situations like this. While he didn't trust his concentration enough to strike precisely at Avenger's wrist or hand with Volumen Hydragyrum, Waver had to do something before the hand on his throat or the blood he was now rapidly losing caused him to pass out.]
[There was no question in Waver's mind that he couldn't stand against a Servant in combat; his encounter with Berserker some time prior had reinforced the fact. But if he was fast enough, he could at least hope to knock Avenger off of him and use his Mystic Code to cover an escape.]
[Luckily, his weapons weren't just limited to mercury. Waver had spent years learning to beat magi at his game rather than their own; and when hand to hand combat failed, conventional weaponry would compensate. He'd carried a knife since he was a teenager for a long list of reasons, and it was that knife he'd taken from the same pocket as his Mystic Code and attempted to stab into Avenger's arm.]
[It was desperation, really. The frantic clawing of one driven straight into a corner; there was nothing remotely planned or strategized about this, which wasn't like him at all. Really, despite how reckless he'd be in antagonizing Avenger to start with, Waver flat-out didn't want to die.]