[ That taunt in return only earns a vicious smirk, teeth bared as he tries to play strong. Really, it's too bad they're on opposite sides -- Hayame's hot. But war is war, and so Gen grits his teeth even at the stomach-turning sound of bones cracking and cartilate snapping back into place. Mind racing as he tries to figure out the next move to make ... until Hayame's comment distracts him.
It's only for a split second. Only because his very human ears hadn't caught that muffled sound of approaching footsteps, and he reflexively seeks out that rhythmic drumbeat of heavy boots at Hayame's words. And while it's only the briefest moment that Gen looks aside, just long enough to pinpoint that noise before he looks back in Hayame's direction -- even that is too much.
Hayame is upon him with the deafening thunder of hooves. ]
-- shit.
[ That breathless (and perhaps surprisingly juvenile) comment is all he can manage before Hayame's entire weight barrels into him, ripping the air from his lungs and plunging him into the chill of the canal. Just the impact of his back breaking through the water is enough to flatten his lungs; the added pressure of Hayame's bulk exerting a tremendous pressure upon completely purges the air from him in a flurry of bubbles as he's dragged underwater.
Somewhere overhead he vaguely hears the shouts of those guards drawing nearer, but in this moment, animal instincts trump rational thought. And all he can think is that this isn't how he wants to die. Is Hayame surprised to be answered with the frantic claw of nails against her skin as Gen tries to free himself? Having completely lost his advantage of control of the earth while afloat in the water like this, all Gen can do is struggle frantically to free himself -- even if that means blindly trying to claw at her eyes. Whatever it will take to dislodge that weight that sinks him deeper, deeper into the water, regardless of the way their blood renders the water dark and cloudy from their frantic movements. ]
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It's only for a split second. Only because his very human ears hadn't caught that muffled sound of approaching footsteps, and he reflexively seeks out that rhythmic drumbeat of heavy boots at Hayame's words. And while it's only the briefest moment that Gen looks aside, just long enough to pinpoint that noise before he looks back in Hayame's direction -- even that is too much.
Hayame is upon him with the deafening thunder of hooves. ]
-- shit.
[ That breathless (and perhaps surprisingly juvenile) comment is all he can manage before Hayame's entire weight barrels into him, ripping the air from his lungs and plunging him into the chill of the canal. Just the impact of his back breaking through the water is enough to flatten his lungs; the added pressure of Hayame's bulk exerting a tremendous pressure upon completely purges the air from him in a flurry of bubbles as he's dragged underwater.
Somewhere overhead he vaguely hears the shouts of those guards drawing nearer, but in this moment, animal instincts trump rational thought. And all he can think is that this isn't how he wants to die. Is Hayame surprised to be answered with the frantic claw of nails against her skin as Gen tries to free himself? Having completely lost his advantage of control of the earth while afloat in the water like this, all Gen can do is struggle frantically to free himself -- even if that means blindly trying to claw at her eyes. Whatever it will take to dislodge that weight that sinks him deeper, deeper into the water, regardless of the way their blood renders the water dark and cloudy from their frantic movements. ]