[@The Slenderman] 
Silas's eyebrow shot up in question, even as he caught her hand as it touched his cheek. His touch was gentle and his eyes looked a little wondering, as if he couldn't believe Akkina was in front of him. He slowly pulled down her hand, reluctant to take her touch away, but he was even more interested in her challenge. He had never lost a fight. The scimitar made a steely rasp as it left the sheath and Silas gently deposited the blade into Akkina's hand. "I won't cry. And you won't hurt me." He grinned broadly as he walked backwards to a free spot on the floor and drew his own blade. "Ready when you are, my dear."