[Gen has been training well, and if he were using these skills for the right reasons, Barnaby might have even praised him. But the training grounds were then, this is now, and his focus is firmly on saving the life caught between their struggle.
The headbutt lands with little room for him to avoid it, Gen slipping out of his grip, and he has to twist his face aside to avoid his glasses being shattered by the follow-up punch, his cheek taking the brunt of the blow instead.
Barnaby's still holding back. He knows he is. He grabs the front of Gen's shirt, grimacing at the dull sting of bruises he's sure will blossom before long on his face.]
Can you really kill him? Do you want that on your conscience?
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The headbutt lands with little room for him to avoid it, Gen slipping out of his grip, and he has to twist his face aside to avoid his glasses being shattered by the follow-up punch, his cheek taking the brunt of the blow instead.
Barnaby's still holding back. He knows he is. He grabs the front of Gen's shirt, grimacing at the dull sting of bruises he's sure will blossom before long on his face.]
Can you really kill him? Do you want that on your conscience?