It's the only coherent thought Gen can muster past the euphoric haze and bloodlust that the Shimmer has cast through his mind. For one moment he's frozen where he stands, watching the tidal wave of earth he'd summoned be cast aside with absolute ease, like it barely merits any thought. Estinien -- no, not Estinien, that thing -- strikes down M and Silco with all the ease of a man swatting away insects.
Then it's on him.
He barely gets the chance to jerk back, reflexively trying to protect himself, before that spear rips through him from one shoulder to the opposite hip. The pain is staggering; the impact of being thrown aside by that blow and slamming into a wall only makes it worse. Even with the Shimmer's effects dulling the pain that pings through his nerves, Gen's left struggling on the ground for a long moment, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath in retching coughs. Vaguely, he notes that the spear doesn't seem to have left him any physical injuries, and it's only a strange sensation of something feeling wrong that lingers at the back of his mind. But it's hard to focus on that thought when, out of the periphery of his field of vision he can just barely register Eustace getting struck down as casually as the rest of them and --
fuck. That's not right. It's just not fair.
Even more than the Shimmer, it's genuine rage and indignity that drive him to stagger back to his feet, ignoring the way blood strings viscous from his lips, rendered a nauseating neon violet with Shimmer. And though his gaze briefly fixes on the entity, the Shimmer-induced glow of his eyes made all the brighter with genuine loathing, that's not where he lets his focus linger. Gen instead looks to the wall just behind whatever it is that's possessed Estinien's body, then grasps at the air with both hands. The furious growl that escapes his lips is quickly drowned out by the groan of bricks being unbalanced, that wall behind the entity slowly tipping forth as a result of the ground beneath it being wiped out by Gen's magic. Aiming to crush Estinien flat.
Every last nerve in Gen's body shrieks, punishing him for overusing his magic like this. But he doesn't care. Can't bring himself to care. Even as his consciousness starts to flicker at the edges, all Gen can think about is doing whatever he can to cause Estinien and that entity possessing him as much damage as possible.
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It's the only coherent thought Gen can muster past the euphoric haze and bloodlust that the Shimmer has cast through his mind. For one moment he's frozen where he stands, watching the tidal wave of earth he'd summoned be cast aside with absolute ease, like it barely merits any thought. Estinien -- no, not Estinien, that thing -- strikes down M and Silco with all the ease of a man swatting away insects.
Then it's on him.
He barely gets the chance to jerk back, reflexively trying to protect himself, before that spear rips through him from one shoulder to the opposite hip. The pain is staggering; the impact of being thrown aside by that blow and slamming into a wall only makes it worse. Even with the Shimmer's effects dulling the pain that pings through his nerves, Gen's left struggling on the ground for a long moment, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath in retching coughs. Vaguely, he notes that the spear doesn't seem to have left him any physical injuries, and it's only a strange sensation of something feeling wrong that lingers at the back of his mind. But it's hard to focus on that thought when, out of the periphery of his field of vision he can just barely register Eustace getting struck down as casually as the rest of them and --
fuck. That's not right. It's just not fair.
Even more than the Shimmer, it's genuine rage and indignity that drive him to stagger back to his feet, ignoring the way blood strings viscous from his lips, rendered a nauseating neon violet with Shimmer. And though his gaze briefly fixes on the entity, the Shimmer-induced glow of his eyes made all the brighter with genuine loathing, that's not where he lets his focus linger. Gen instead looks to the wall just behind whatever it is that's possessed Estinien's body, then grasps at the air with both hands. The furious growl that escapes his lips is quickly drowned out by the groan of bricks being unbalanced, that wall behind the entity slowly tipping forth as a result of the ground beneath it being wiped out by Gen's magic. Aiming to crush Estinien flat.
Every last nerve in Gen's body shrieks, punishing him for overusing his magic like this. But he doesn't care. Can't bring himself to care. Even as his consciousness starts to flicker at the edges, all Gen can think about is doing whatever he can to cause Estinien and that entity possessing him as much damage as possible.