[ Fortunately (or not) all of Dimitri's attention seems to be entirely on Gen for the time being. His good eye is narrowed, his teeth bared, and despite the ache from the metal hand jabbing into him, he wants to keep going. There's adrenaline. Pain. Anger. He curls his fingers around one of his arms as Gen claws and grasps at his cloak and he just squeezes. He may not have the incredible strength his crest usually gives him, but he's still strong enough to try and dislocate something. ]
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