[ Barnaby moves fast. Faster than he can really understand, and certainly faster than he can react to in any meaningful way. It's like Barnaby simply blinks out of his field of vision, vanishing before his eyes, and then a kick lands in the center of his back. The momentum of his own mace swing ends up making him spill gracelessly on the ground, and Gen huffs as the impact rings through his ribcage.
Fuck. Fuck. Like he'll simply let this happen. And if he can't react quickly enough to catch Barnaby in a pinpoint attack, then --
There's fury bright in his eyes as Gen claws back to his feet, but he stays kneeling with hands against the dirt. And the reason for that becomes clear the next moment with the ground in a 10-yard radius around him simply erupts, flooring collapsing and debris flies wildly as he aims to sink Barnaby's feet into the softer dirt below. He doesn't even care any more what happens to that Veneran rebel, if he might get caught in the area of effect. Gen simply wants to catch Barnaby for getting in his way. ]
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Fuck. Fuck. Like he'll simply let this happen. And if he can't react quickly enough to catch Barnaby in a pinpoint attack, then --
There's fury bright in his eyes as Gen claws back to his feet, but he stays kneeling with hands against the dirt. And the reason for that becomes clear the next moment with the ground in a 10-yard radius around him simply erupts, flooring collapsing and debris flies wildly as he aims to sink Barnaby's feet into the softer dirt below. He doesn't even care any more what happens to that Veneran rebel, if he might get caught in the area of effect. Gen simply wants to catch Barnaby for getting in his way. ]