[ Maybe if he were in better condition -- properly rested, not still recovering from too many half-healed injuries, better acclimated to his new center of balance -- he might have been able to dodge that arrow. Maybe. But he's not, so he can't.
Gen jerks his head aside when he sees the attack incoming, but even before it makes impact he knows it isn't enough. And though he steels himself to feel the arrow rip through skin as it clips his temple, he's caught off-guard by what happens instead. The impact is blunt, not sharp, and he ends up staggering back heavily as he blinks heavily to try and clear his vision. -- it's water, not blood, that drips wet from his lashes, he realizes after a moment.
It makes sense in retrospect. This guy acts like an idiot, but no idiot would last this long willing to use lethal force against a so-called ally. This is just a training match in the end, and there's no real threat of danger. But still -- exhausted as he is, Gen can't simply take the indignity of being treated like some sort of plaything. Even with the dark shadows under his eyes and the unkempt tangle of his hair spilling over his face, when Gen shakes the water out of his eyes and looks to Childe, it's clear his gaze is bright with fury.
He doesn't waste his breath on words -- he simply snarls a hateful noise as he lunges forth, aiming another swing of the mace at Childe's head.
But this time, he won't be able to just dodge back.
In the same moment, the ground behind Childe suddenly erupts upwards, chunks of dirt and rock exploding out from the earth to block off his path. If he tries to dodge back again, he'll be pelted with that debris spat from the ground; if not, the mace's head is aimed right for his skull.
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Gen jerks his head aside when he sees the attack incoming, but even before it makes impact he knows it isn't enough. And though he steels himself to feel the arrow rip through skin as it clips his temple, he's caught off-guard by what happens instead. The impact is blunt, not sharp, and he ends up staggering back heavily as he blinks heavily to try and clear his vision. -- it's water, not blood, that drips wet from his lashes, he realizes after a moment.
It makes sense in retrospect. This guy acts like an idiot, but no idiot would last this long willing to use lethal force against a so-called ally. This is just a training match in the end, and there's no real threat of danger. But still -- exhausted as he is, Gen can't simply take the indignity of being treated like some sort of plaything. Even with the dark shadows under his eyes and the unkempt tangle of his hair spilling over his face, when Gen shakes the water out of his eyes and looks to Childe, it's clear his gaze is bright with fury.
He doesn't waste his breath on words -- he simply snarls a hateful noise as he lunges forth, aiming another swing of the mace at Childe's head.
But this time, he won't be able to just dodge back.
In the same moment, the ground behind Childe suddenly erupts upwards, chunks of dirt and rock exploding out from the earth to block off his path. If he tries to dodge back again, he'll be pelted with that debris spat from the ground; if not, the mace's head is aimed right for his skull.
What now? ]