[ As for Dokja, he doesn't even bat an eye as the blade of his sword tears through flesh and bone with practiced ease and slices off an arm. He's done this countless times before that it's instinctual at this point, and there's a warped sense of satisfaction at having dealt such a crucial blow to his opponent. No matter what he thinks about the outcome of this battle, it holds true that he has zero affection for Gen. There's nothing there but a deep loathing and contempt that he's cultivated over these months, made especially bitter by how much he's projected himself on to the boy.
This much he should be able to take, because Dokja has taken the same and worse.
When the heel comes down, it comes down hard, right against the shard nestled there. A pain unlike anything he's experienced before pierces through his mind and body and he cries out, swallowing a mouthful of fountain water in the process while he thrashes, broken arm no longer a concern with how much the rest of him hurts. He's barely aware of the fact that he's been disarmed, Gen's mace sending his sword plunging some distance away into the other side of the fountain.
All he knows is he has to relieve this pressure pushing down on his chest. With his broken arm nearly useless, he uses his other hand to come up to grab at Gen's leg, mustering up his remaining strength to yank him off and hopefully unbalance him further.
They've both sustained grievous injuries. Dokja knows there's not much longer left to this. ]
no subject
This much he should be able to take, because Dokja has taken the same and worse.
When the heel comes down, it comes down hard, right against the shard nestled there. A pain unlike anything he's experienced before pierces through his mind and body and he cries out, swallowing a mouthful of fountain water in the process while he thrashes, broken arm no longer a concern with how much the rest of him hurts. He's barely aware of the fact that he's been disarmed, Gen's mace sending his sword plunging some distance away into the other side of the fountain.
All he knows is he has to relieve this pressure pushing down on his chest. With his broken arm nearly useless, he uses his other hand to come up to grab at Gen's leg, mustering up his remaining strength to yank him off and hopefully unbalance him further.
They've both sustained grievous injuries. Dokja knows there's not much longer left to this. ]