Silco's lucky Gen doesn't reflexively clock him the moment he feels that touch at the back of his neck. He does come close, whirling around with mace raised and catching himself at the last second, staring at Silco with wide eyes and expression warped with confusion, about to ask why the hell he's here. But before he can spit out so much as a single abrasive word, his breath catches in his throat, his pulse escalating to a heady thrum.
And the Shimmer burns through his body like a wildfire.
Both the crackle of lighting from Eustace's gun and the shimmer of Ryunosuke's protective bubble dissipating go entirely unnoticed. For a moment all Gen can think about is the sensation of something acrid surging through his veins, leaving an unbearable heat simmering in its wake; his voice escapes his throat in a guttural snarl as he doubles over, hand clawing at his chest heedless of the way he exacerbates his injuries in a hapless attempt to quell the strange pressure building in his lungs. His heart feels like it's hammering against his ribcage hard enough to explode. It hurts, he can taste the iron tang of blood and the sour rise of bile at the back of his throat, and his field of vision is clouding an electric hue at the edges. But -- ...
It can't take Ryunosuke more than a few scant moments to locate himself between Estinien and Gen. But just that amount of time is enough. That shimmering bubble forms itself around him again, and Gen promptly raises his head to glare at him -- the dark of his pupils replaced by an inhuman glow, lines of incandescent purple etched across his temple -- then, without hesitation, aims a two-handed swing of the mace straight at Ryunosuke. The heavy metal head smashes against that barrier with a force that humans shouldn't naturally be capable of, more than hard enough to send the entire thing careening off to the side, Ryunosuke and all.
But Gen barely pays it any mind. Ryunosuke was simply an obstacle on the way to his goal, which he stares at with a vicious laser focus: Estinien. This person, an enemy, who hurt him, who deserves to be hurt back as much as possible.
And it's truly unfortunate for Estinien that with Gen's focus sharpened to a razor's edge, an ability granted to him which had been lying dormant thus far finally stirs awake. Not to grant Gen any further strength but to simply cause Estinien as much suffering as possible -- a reflex born of pure spite, hell-bent on forcing Estinien to endure the same pain he does. There's no warning, no visual indication of what's going on. Estinien will only have the chance to look up and see Gen lunging his way with renewed speed and ferocity -- then an explosion of pain slams into him like a cannonball.
Most of it is persistent and caustic, like a heated blade searing through nerves. Gen might be able to temporarily ignore the sensation of his myriad injuries thanks to the Shimmer's effects, but Estinien gets no such reprieve. On top of that, more pain -- a tightness around the lungs, like fingers clasped around the lungs. A sick feeling boiling in the pit of the stomach, pulse beating at a deafening roar, the burn of the Shimmer driving muscles and organs to their limits. A sickening cocktail of sensation thrust upon Estinien at the same moment that Gen snarls, aiming a vicious swing of his mace aimed right at Estinien's skull.
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And the Shimmer burns through his body like a wildfire.
Both the crackle of lighting from Eustace's gun and the shimmer of Ryunosuke's protective bubble dissipating go entirely unnoticed. For a moment all Gen can think about is the sensation of something acrid surging through his veins, leaving an unbearable heat simmering in its wake; his voice escapes his throat in a guttural snarl as he doubles over, hand clawing at his chest heedless of the way he exacerbates his injuries in a hapless attempt to quell the strange pressure building in his lungs. His heart feels like it's hammering against his ribcage hard enough to explode. It hurts, he can taste the iron tang of blood and the sour rise of bile at the back of his throat, and his field of vision is clouding an electric hue at the edges. But -- ...
It can't take Ryunosuke more than a few scant moments to locate himself between Estinien and Gen. But just that amount of time is enough. That shimmering bubble forms itself around him again, and Gen promptly raises his head to glare at him -- the dark of his pupils replaced by an inhuman glow, lines of incandescent purple etched across his temple -- then, without hesitation, aims a two-handed swing of the mace straight at Ryunosuke. The heavy metal head smashes against that barrier with a force that humans shouldn't naturally be capable of, more than hard enough to send the entire thing careening off to the side, Ryunosuke and all.
But Gen barely pays it any mind. Ryunosuke was simply an obstacle on the way to his goal, which he stares at with a vicious laser focus: Estinien. This person, an enemy, who hurt him, who deserves to be hurt back as much as possible.
And it's truly unfortunate for Estinien that with Gen's focus sharpened to a razor's edge, an ability granted to him which had been lying dormant thus far finally stirs awake. Not to grant Gen any further strength but to simply cause Estinien as much suffering as possible -- a reflex born of pure spite, hell-bent on forcing Estinien to endure the same pain he does. There's no warning, no visual indication of what's going on. Estinien will only have the chance to look up and see Gen lunging his way with renewed speed and ferocity -- then an explosion of pain slams into him like a cannonball.
Most of it is persistent and caustic, like a heated blade searing through nerves. Gen might be able to temporarily ignore the sensation of his myriad injuries thanks to the Shimmer's effects, but Estinien gets no such reprieve. On top of that, more pain -- a tightness around the lungs, like fingers clasped around the lungs. A sick feeling boiling in the pit of the stomach, pulse beating at a deafening roar, the burn of the Shimmer driving muscles and organs to their limits. A sickening cocktail of sensation thrust upon Estinien at the same moment that Gen snarls, aiming a vicious swing of his mace aimed right at Estinien's skull.