[ What's that fable about the scorpion and the frog? Whatever it is, Barnaby should take it to heart. He would do well to learn that any kindness or mercy he shows won't necessarily be repaid with similar magnanimity.
Then again, even as he slowly eases his weight off of Gen's chest, Barnaby must be able to tell that that half-hearted answer of his has resolved absolutely nothing. Gen's eyes are still bright with fury, every muscle in his body pulled taut with a furious tension even as he relinquishes his grip on Barnaby's forearm. And though he's docile and quiet for a moment, it's only that one moment. Nothing more.
As soon as Barnaby's feet alight back on the ground, there's the crack of the tile floor splitting.
Though it's not Barnaby that Gen's targeting -- it's that sculptor. The floor opens up beneath him, a hole the side of a grave opening up below the man's feet and dropping him several feet below ground level. Not enough to deliberately hurt him, but more than enough to earn a startled shout from him and trap him for a few seconds, the noise bound to surprise and distract Barnaby.
And in those few seconds, Gen rolls to his feet to lunge at Barnaby, mace swiftly drawn from its holster at his belt and swinging a wide aimed right at his shoulder. ]
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Then again, even as he slowly eases his weight off of Gen's chest, Barnaby must be able to tell that that half-hearted answer of his has resolved absolutely nothing. Gen's eyes are still bright with fury, every muscle in his body pulled taut with a furious tension even as he relinquishes his grip on Barnaby's forearm. And though he's docile and quiet for a moment, it's only that one moment. Nothing more.
As soon as Barnaby's feet alight back on the ground, there's the crack of the tile floor splitting.
Though it's not Barnaby that Gen's targeting -- it's that sculptor. The floor opens up beneath him, a hole the side of a grave opening up below the man's feet and dropping him several feet below ground level. Not enough to deliberately hurt him, but more than enough to earn a startled shout from him and trap him for a few seconds, the noise bound to surprise and distract Barnaby.
And in those few seconds, Gen rolls to his feet to lunge at Barnaby, mace swiftly drawn from its holster at his belt and swinging a wide aimed right at his shoulder. ]