[ Too bad he didn't get that element of surprise -- he might have been able to end this fast. Bash Dokja's face in with one blow and end this whole farce. Instead there's the clash of steel on steel loud enough to make his ears ring, the impact shivering all the way up his arm and chilling through his nerves. Gen gives a muffled growl as the blade's edge locks against one of the grooves in the mace's head, Dokja's forward surge just powerful enough to catch him off-guard and force him back. Dirt grits underfoot as he retreats one step, then another, breathing in furious huffs.
Fuck. It pisses him off. Pisses him off that Dokja hadn't simply crumbled before his words this time, pisses him off that Dokja isn't a complete pushover when it comes to combat, pisses him off that Dokja has the gall to threaten him with anything. Everything about this situation is just another needless stressor grating at his nerves on top of the strain of enduring the past few days in this city, and it pisses him off.
Anger over pain. Always. The moment he stops focusing on his rage, the pain comes back. And so he feeds the flames of his hatred and ire, reminding himself of that shitty look Dokja had worn so many months back in that cave as he spoke, casual as anything: 'Have you ever killed someone?'
The guttural roar that tears from his throat is a truly hateful noise, cut off by the shriek of steel as Gen forcefully untangles his mace from Dokja's blade with a hard outward swing. And without waiting a beat, he hammers the weapon down at Dokja. Then once more. And again. Again. It's a mindless downpour of violence that he rains down upon Dokja, driving him back with sheer force, step by step. How long will he be able to endure under this onslaught of loathing? ]
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Fuck. It pisses him off. Pisses him off that Dokja hadn't simply crumbled before his words this time, pisses him off that Dokja isn't a complete pushover when it comes to combat, pisses him off that Dokja has the gall to threaten him with anything. Everything about this situation is just another needless stressor grating at his nerves on top of the strain of enduring the past few days in this city, and it pisses him off.
Anger over pain. Always. The moment he stops focusing on his rage, the pain comes back. And so he feeds the flames of his hatred and ire, reminding himself of that shitty look Dokja had worn so many months back in that cave as he spoke, casual as anything: 'Have you ever killed someone?'
The guttural roar that tears from his throat is a truly hateful noise, cut off by the shriek of steel as Gen forcefully untangles his mace from Dokja's blade with a hard outward swing. And without waiting a beat, he hammers the weapon down at Dokja. Then once more. And again. Again. It's a mindless downpour of violence that he rains down upon Dokja, driving him back with sheer force, step by step. How long will he be able to endure under this onslaught of loathing? ]