[Barnaby's been working off the rust with some simple training drills mixed with running laps around the training area. He's still avoiding people, mostly attending the grounds when he knows they're quietest, so he can focus on preparing for the upcoming battle without pointless distractions like... Well, this.
But it was inevitable eventually. The identity of that snarl is easy to attribute even before he turns to look, and as Gen approaches and grabs his shirt, he's icily calm, fixing him with a sharp stare.]
You're the one barging in here assuming nothing has changed.
[He grabs Gen's wrist, and there's a threat in the strength of his grip and his tone when he says:] Let go of me.
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But it was inevitable eventually. The identity of that snarl is easy to attribute even before he turns to look, and as Gen approaches and grabs his shirt, he's icily calm, fixing him with a sharp stare.]
You're the one barging in here assuming nothing has changed.
[He grabs Gen's wrist, and there's a threat in the strength of his grip and his tone when he says:] Let go of me.