[ He sees it from halfway across the cavern. That fucking novel-obsessed bookworm, the guy who punched him, that wretched asshole convening with another person. There's no way he can hear what they're talking about from this distance, but he can tell enough from even a brief glance of their posture and demeanor -- they know each other, don't they? They're working together? Whatever words they'd shared seemed to long to be a simple exchange of orders or well-wishes, at least.
And honestly, that really, really pisses him off. The fact that that piece of shit who'd acted like all he cared about in the world was some made-up story has the galls to have an ally.
It's partly that, partly the lingering pain from that punch to the face, and partly the adrenaline rush of just trying to digest everything that's happening around him that has his blood simmering hot in his veins. It's what drives him to do something he vaguely knows is stupid, but can't bring himself to care.
For Joonghyuk, it must be a little jarring, when a short while later after he's split off from Dojka once more, there's a rush of movement headed right his way. The thump of heavy footsteps, a huff of exertion, then the sharp whoosh of something cutting through the air -- Gen lunging at him without warning, swinging a still-sheathed sword at him like a baseball bat, aimed right at the side of his head. ]
for YOO JOONGHYUK.
And honestly, that really, really pisses him off. The fact that that piece of shit who'd acted like all he cared about in the world was some made-up story has the galls to have an ally.
It's partly that, partly the lingering pain from that punch to the face, and partly the adrenaline rush of just trying to digest everything that's happening around him that has his blood simmering hot in his veins. It's what drives him to do something he vaguely knows is stupid, but can't bring himself to care.
For Joonghyuk, it must be a little jarring, when a short while later after he's split off from Dojka once more, there's a rush of movement headed right his way. The thump of heavy footsteps, a huff of exertion, then the sharp whoosh of something cutting through the air -- Gen lunging at him without warning, swinging a still-sheathed sword at him like a baseball bat, aimed right at the side of his head. ]