[ Spite- and rage-fueled tunnel vision has narrowed his focus to a singular point -- on not letting Barnaby best him -- and Gen snarls as he swipes a hand in Barnaby's direction. The tremors in the ground immediately begin to shift focus, that area of influence rapidly narrowing in with Barnaby as its central point.
Maybe if Barnaby's quick enough, he can escape that field of dangerous closing in on him. Maybe he can even do it while carrying that rebel. But Gen clearly doesn't care, his gaze a vicious glare focused solely on Barnaby, careless of the way his breaths are starting to come in reedier huffs, the red trickle of a nosebleed starting to stain his upper lip.
Without something to stop him, he really will push himself beyond his limits out of blind anger. ]
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Maybe if Barnaby's quick enough, he can escape that field of dangerous closing in on him. Maybe he can even do it while carrying that rebel. But Gen clearly doesn't care, his gaze a vicious glare focused solely on Barnaby, careless of the way his breaths are starting to come in reedier huffs, the red trickle of a nosebleed starting to stain his upper lip.
Without something to stop him, he really will push himself beyond his limits out of blind anger. ]