[ No one ever really listens to Dokja, so this was honestly the only outcome possible.
Even on high alert, even with his gaze trained on Gen, it still isn't enough. As soon as both hands are off the boy and Dokja moves to stand, the piece of rubble slams right where it had been aimed, the pain searing but not unbearable due to the nature of his inhuman body. It does, however, cause his leg to buckle and give out from under him, a surprised grunt the only noise that slips past his lips.
But before Gen can descend on him, a vortex of wind shoves its way between the two, whipping wildly at the air surrounding them, and then bursts outward, the forceful gale throwing either side away from one another. Dokja lands lightly on his feet some distance away, though it's plain to see that he's favoring and leaning most of his weight on the uninjured leg.
The real accomplishment is the smile that's been wiped clean off his face. ]
Nice trick.
[ The compliment is an especially dry one, and Dokja is at war with himself. A part of him wants to make good on his threat to break Gen's ankles, his fingers itching to snap bone and tendon. It would be so easy, just a single push from Way of the Wind and he'd be right there. To make it more excusable, it's not like it would be a fatal injury. He could do it, he could do it, he could do it...
But he doesn't move forward and the effort of holding himself back sees his hands shaking. He'd come here for one reason only, he reminds himself over and over again. And he'd accomplished it. ]
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Even on high alert, even with his gaze trained on Gen, it still isn't enough. As soon as both hands are off the boy and Dokja moves to stand, the piece of rubble slams right where it had been aimed, the pain searing but not unbearable due to the nature of his inhuman body. It does, however, cause his leg to buckle and give out from under him, a surprised grunt the only noise that slips past his lips.
But before Gen can descend on him, a vortex of wind shoves its way between the two, whipping wildly at the air surrounding them, and then bursts outward, the forceful gale throwing either side away from one another. Dokja lands lightly on his feet some distance away, though it's plain to see that he's favoring and leaning most of his weight on the uninjured leg.
The real accomplishment is the smile that's been wiped clean off his face. ]
Nice trick.
[ The compliment is an especially dry one, and Dokja is at war with himself. A part of him wants to make good on his threat to break Gen's ankles, his fingers itching to snap bone and tendon. It would be so easy, just a single push from Way of the Wind and he'd be right there. To make it more excusable, it's not like it would be a fatal injury. He could do it, he could do it, he could do it...
But he doesn't move forward and the effort of holding himself back sees his hands shaking. He'd come here for one reason only, he reminds himself over and over again. And he'd accomplished it. ]