[ It's the base of a fountain that the heel of Dokja's boot has touched, a beautiful low basin of marble containing a gently-lapping pool of water, a delicately-carved centerpiece pouring a glimmering stream into it. Moonlight shines off the water's surface in dozens of glimmering slices, setting a beautiful backdrop to the continued sounds of steel clashing on steel.
And maybe Dokja can spot the way Gen's gaze flickers briefly towards that something behind his back for a brief moment before the next blow comes.
This one hammers down just as hard, of course, the ring of metal on metal enough to send a shiver down to the marrow. But the one that come after that -- is Dokja astute enough to sense the change in its tempo? Because this one comes lighter. Not because Gen is relenting in his ceaseless violence towards Dokja. But because Gen needs to reel back from this blow a half-beat quicker so he can instead lash out with a hard kick, aimed at Dokja's unprotected midriff while he still has his sword raised to guard himself from the mace's impact.
If he was quick enough, it should knock Dokja back over. And with the fountain's lip catching at his calves, unless his sense of balance and recovery are truly prodigious, it should be enough to send him toppling right into the fountain.
But just in case that kick isn't enough, Gen follows it up by lunging in close as soon as he's recovered from the kick, his battered body driven purely by rage and adrenaline. Mace raised as he prepares to swing down once more, aiming to catch Dokja while he's still disoriented. ]
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And maybe Dokja can spot the way Gen's gaze flickers briefly towards that something behind his back for a brief moment before the next blow comes.
This one hammers down just as hard, of course, the ring of metal on metal enough to send a shiver down to the marrow. But the one that come after that -- is Dokja astute enough to sense the change in its tempo? Because this one comes lighter. Not because Gen is relenting in his ceaseless violence towards Dokja. But because Gen needs to reel back from this blow a half-beat quicker so he can instead lash out with a hard kick, aimed at Dokja's unprotected midriff while he still has his sword raised to guard himself from the mace's impact.
If he was quick enough, it should knock Dokja back over. And with the fountain's lip catching at his calves, unless his sense of balance and recovery are truly prodigious, it should be enough to send him toppling right into the fountain.
But just in case that kick isn't enough, Gen follows it up by lunging in close as soon as he's recovered from the kick, his battered body driven purely by rage and adrenaline. Mace raised as he prepares to swing down once more, aiming to catch Dokja while he's still disoriented. ]