[ While he admires the amount of effort Gen is putting forth, Dokja's not trying to prolong this friendly(?) undertaking between them. He wants to get back to the casters as soon as he's able in order to anxiously hover over them, part of him aware that he's wasting his time here.
Really, it's too bad he's this petty that he went out of his way to pick a fight with a teenager.
But if they're going to part ways, he might as well say goodbye.
He's quick to follow after the fall, his hand darting out to clasp around Gen's throat to firmly keep him down, the press of his fingers a promising threat, while Dokja's knee moves to pin itself against the boy's chest. Appearance-wise, there's nothing about the man to suggest that he's strong, but it can be felt now in the weight of him, in the vice-like grip of his hold. ]
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Really, it's too bad he's this petty that he went out of his way to pick a fight with a teenager.
But if they're going to part ways, he might as well say goodbye.
He's quick to follow after the fall, his hand darting out to clasp around Gen's throat to firmly keep him down, the press of his fingers a promising threat, while Dokja's knee moves to pin itself against the boy's chest. Appearance-wise, there's nothing about the man to suggest that he's strong, but it can be felt now in the weight of him, in the vice-like grip of his hold. ]
Settle down.