That first impact of the mace against Estinien's horns had felt wonderful. It should happen again. Shatter those horns next time, and his skull along with it. Too bad a clawed hand comes grasping at the weapon's shaft before Gen can reel it back for another blow, halting its movements. And while the Shimmer's boost to his strength means he might have stood a chance at retaining his grip on it despite Estinien's prodigious strength ... a sudden interference doesn't let that happen.
That draconic scream is bad enough, blowing out his eardrums in a repeat performance of his last clash with Estinien, the shockwaves enough to make his bones quiver as he falls back a step. The blinding flash of light that comes hot on its heels is even worse. Gen is forced to flinch back for a moment, coughing and gasping for air as he forces his diaphragm to cooperate with him once more, eyes narrowed as he looks up at the chilling sight of Estinien wreathed in light.
It's what most would consider an awe-inspiring spectacle. Just the brandishing of that spear, accompanied by words spoken in that eerie two-toned voice, should be enough to make most people cower. Something deep in his chest does quiver with anxiety, the Kenoma's influence wanting to shy away from the reach of that light.
-- but also, Gen doesn't care.
The last words have barely fallen from Estinien's lips before he snarls and gives a wide swipe of the arm. Having had his mace flung aside admist the chaos, he's only left with one real option: to try and drag Estinien into the earth once more. Deep in his veins, his body shrieks and protests this reckless use of magic, but he doesn't care about that, either. He's only wearing a wolfish grin as he commands the ground directly to Estinien's side to surge upwards like a tidal wave, aimed at crashing into Estinien with its full weight and dragging him back down to crawl in the dirt.
And while he certainly isn't thinking of cooperating with anyone -- his field of vision narrowed to a very small point, focused solely on Estinien -- maybe that distraction will occupy Estinien enough to leave him vulnerable to a second avenue of attack.
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That draconic scream is bad enough, blowing out his eardrums in a repeat performance of his last clash with Estinien, the shockwaves enough to make his bones quiver as he falls back a step. The blinding flash of light that comes hot on its heels is even worse. Gen is forced to flinch back for a moment, coughing and gasping for air as he forces his diaphragm to cooperate with him once more, eyes narrowed as he looks up at the chilling sight of Estinien wreathed in light.
It's what most would consider an awe-inspiring spectacle. Just the brandishing of that spear, accompanied by words spoken in that eerie two-toned voice, should be enough to make most people cower. Something deep in his chest does quiver with anxiety, the Kenoma's influence wanting to shy away from the reach of that light.
-- but also, Gen doesn't care.
The last words have barely fallen from Estinien's lips before he snarls and gives a wide swipe of the arm. Having had his mace flung aside admist the chaos, he's only left with one real option: to try and drag Estinien into the earth once more. Deep in his veins, his body shrieks and protests this reckless use of magic, but he doesn't care about that, either. He's only wearing a wolfish grin as he commands the ground directly to Estinien's side to surge upwards like a tidal wave, aimed at crashing into Estinien with its full weight and dragging him back down to crawl in the dirt.
And while he certainly isn't thinking of cooperating with anyone -- his field of vision narrowed to a very small point, focused solely on Estinien -- maybe that distraction will occupy Estinien enough to leave him vulnerable to a second avenue of attack.