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The Russian boy should have anticipated Hybrid’s next move. After the call had left Silas’ muzzle, it seemed mere moments before the Hydra was throwing himself at the intruder. Though Silas tried to throw up his arms in defense, Hybrid collided with Silas’ frame and sent him stumbling to the ground.
Disturbed snow crunched beneath his weight as Silas tried to keep his balance but failed. Sprawled on his back, there wasn’t much he could do to protect himself from the advancing Hybrid. Unsure and not wasting any of his breath on words, he threw his fists at the Hydra hoping he might land a blow and disorient him. Silas had never been much of a fighter and even in Optime it seemed as if Hybrid had the advantage over him.
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