[ On some level, he knows he's being baited. He knows falling for the provocation is probably a bad idea. He knows that. But even so -- he can't stand being openly derided like that.
The flash of anger in his eyes is bright and prompt, his shoulders squaring with renewed tension as he gives a sharp huff. And though Gen keeps his voice ironed flat, the clipped quality to his words make his irritation obvious. ]
S'that right.
[ There's only the brief grit of dirt underfoot after that as he adjusts his weight, then the stomp of his boot on the ground as he lunges in.
The move he attempts is a little more sophisticated than Silco might have expected -- a feint aimed at Silco's thigh before he surges forth for a harder swipe aimed at his knife arm -- but Gen's execution is sloppy. Far more accustomed to wielding the heft and weight of a mace, his swing goes wide with a little too much force behind it. ]
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The flash of anger in his eyes is bright and prompt, his shoulders squaring with renewed tension as he gives a sharp huff. And though Gen keeps his voice ironed flat, the clipped quality to his words make his irritation obvious. ]
S'that right.
[ There's only the brief grit of dirt underfoot after that as he adjusts his weight, then the stomp of his boot on the ground as he lunges in.
The move he attempts is a little more sophisticated than Silco might have expected -- a feint aimed at Silco's thigh before he surges forth for a harder swipe aimed at his knife arm -- but Gen's execution is sloppy. Far more accustomed to wielding the heft and weight of a mace, his swing goes wide with a little too much force behind it. ]