[ It actually does a lot to disarm Silco, really. That Tezca is... casual, that he fits in here, that he's comfortable, it's the sort of godhood that he is not used to, and thus does not really have the same air of superiority that Silco so often revolted against by his very nature. It was something Quetz didn't understand, and perhaps couldn't, though he certainly didn't think of it like that, only felt disdain toward her instead.

Tezca, like Set, revels in acting closer to the mortals that so many gods did not understand.

It softened that automatic distrust, and so Silco fished out a cigar, and lit it, before he sat himself.

His arm, missing a hand, pulled out of his pocket, and he rested it on the back of the lounge behind him. ]

I have a demon in my employ. A powerful one. On top of that, I've dissipated her once before, it is doable with the right strength, and help.

We'll neutralize her, and her power if needed, and I'll have the strength appropriate to stand toe-to-toe with her.

Along with my shimmered guards, we should have less difficulty doing what must be done. All I really need to do is separate her shard from her body, and get some distance away. Once I have it, she will not be able to do anything, let alone move.

[ A curl of his lips, as if he's imparting a secret. ]

All bearers have that weakness. If you know where a shard is, you have a distinct advantage over another bearer.