[ Once again, there's the sound of the ground fracturing. Once again, the stomp of a boot followed by the crack of stone, the unnatural sound of a piece of the earth being hurled forward like a projectile, only to ricochet off the pillar that Abel's hiding behind. Once again, the drag of heavy footsteps as Gen drags himself forward another pace -- then the arrhythmic sound of a stumble as he staggers a step, his balance wobbling for a moment before he manages to catch himself.
Ah. His field of vision's swimming. Gen coughs as nausea boils from the pit of his stomach, the sour taste of bile prickling at his back of his throat before he manages to swallow it back. His limbs feel heavy -- this is the same exhaustion from when Emet-Selch had told him to be prudent about his usage of magic, isn't it?
-- but he can't bring himself to care much about it, not right now.
Not when there's something he needs to see through to the end, first. ]
-- come out, you filthy coward. [ It's meant to be a taunt, but Gen's words come hoarse and guttural, almost lost between his ragged breaths as he drags himself forth another step. Trying to squint past the foggy haze coating his vision and focus on where Abel's hidden. ] What was it you said? You'll be there for me? [ A hollow, rasping laugh before he shakes his head to try and clear his thoughts. ] ... you dirty liar. Like you ever meant it!
[ Those last words are punctuated by the crunch of rock ricocheting against that pillar's edge. Another projectile -- though Abel might note this one's significantly smaller, and hurled with significantly less force. If he peers around the edge of the pillar, he might spot where Gen's sunk to one knee, clearly struggling to remain upright even as the ground around him trembles with his seething rage.
He really will drain himself dry trying to destroy Abel and Dokja, regardless of what it might cost him. Unless there's any intervention, probably. ]
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Ah. His field of vision's swimming. Gen coughs as nausea boils from the pit of his stomach, the sour taste of bile prickling at his back of his throat before he manages to swallow it back. His limbs feel heavy -- this is the same exhaustion from when Emet-Selch had told him to be prudent about his usage of magic, isn't it?
-- but he can't bring himself to care much about it, not right now.
Not when there's something he needs to see through to the end, first. ]
-- come out, you filthy coward. [ It's meant to be a taunt, but Gen's words come hoarse and guttural, almost lost between his ragged breaths as he drags himself forth another step. Trying to squint past the foggy haze coating his vision and focus on where Abel's hidden. ] What was it you said? You'll be there for me? [ A hollow, rasping laugh before he shakes his head to try and clear his thoughts. ] ... you dirty liar. Like you ever meant it!
[ Those last words are punctuated by the crunch of rock ricocheting against that pillar's edge. Another projectile -- though Abel might note this one's significantly smaller, and hurled with significantly less force. If he peers around the edge of the pillar, he might spot where Gen's sunk to one knee, clearly struggling to remain upright even as the ground around him trembles with his seething rage.
He really will drain himself dry trying to destroy Abel and Dokja, regardless of what it might cost him. Unless there's any intervention, probably. ]