[ He doesn't even know what's happened at first when the mace's head practically bounces off of ... something. The impact had felt odd, almost muffled, and the tactile sensation of it's so startling that Gen briefly freezes; it's almost pure luck that he doesn't lose his grip on it when Dokja swats it aside.
Dirt scrapes against his boot soles when he falls back a step, and Gen simply stares at the mass of fur coating Dokja's arms for a moment. He'd laugh at how ridiculous it looks if he weren't so pissed-off at how unfair this all is. ]
You really are a fucking freak, aren't you.
[ Gen's voice is low and raspy, almost a hiss, dripping with genuine loathing. And while he does register that something about Dokja's demeanor is strange, he can't bring himself to care at the moment, not when genuine hatred roils thick in the pit of his stomach.
Kim Dokja, a man who claimed to have nothing except some made-up story, who'd claimed he'd wanted to be killed, who goes crying pathetically to anyone who'll listen, has allies and all sorts of secret powers up his sleeve. And the fucker has the gall to lecture him that his shitty relationships back home are all he has. What does he even know.
This time, when Gen lunges forth to swing the mace once more, it's aimed squarely at Dokja's temple. If that blow were to make contact with a regular human, it would be almost guaranteed death. And he's fine with that. ]
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Dirt scrapes against his boot soles when he falls back a step, and Gen simply stares at the mass of fur coating Dokja's arms for a moment. He'd laugh at how ridiculous it looks if he weren't so pissed-off at how unfair this all is. ]
You really are a fucking freak, aren't you.
[ Gen's voice is low and raspy, almost a hiss, dripping with genuine loathing. And while he does register that something about Dokja's demeanor is strange, he can't bring himself to care at the moment, not when genuine hatred roils thick in the pit of his stomach.
Kim Dokja, a man who claimed to have nothing except some made-up story, who'd claimed he'd wanted to be killed, who goes crying pathetically to anyone who'll listen, has allies and all sorts of secret powers up his sleeve. And the fucker has the gall to lecture him that his shitty relationships back home are all he has. What does he even know.
This time, when Gen lunges forth to swing the mace once more, it's aimed squarely at Dokja's temple. If that blow were to make contact with a regular human, it would be almost guaranteed death. And he's fine with that. ]