[ 'Tch,' he thinks. 'If they'd reacted faster, they could have ganked the fucker before he slipped out of the ground.' But hypotheticals are easy, and also meaningless. What actually matters is what next unfolds.
The welling up of blood followed by the splatter of near-black against the pavement does make his stomach churn. For some reason, it's more difficult tolerating this level of bloodshed from other people, than if it were his own. It's only a slight wave of nausea that prickles at the back of his throat, though. Not enough to disrupt his focus. The close proximity between Makoto, Sebastian, and their target means he doesn't exactly have a good opportunity to intrude, and the brief thought of leaving his hiding spot to butt in is tossed aside; the alleyway's too cramped, and he's sure they'd all just get in each other's way.
Which ends up being the correct choice, anyway.
That bright flash of light must be near-painful when seen from so close up, but Gen is shielded from the majority of it by Sebastian's body, the distance between them, and the natural haze of the ground he's looking out from. So when Sebastian's movements halt, he's able to step in without giving their target any chance to flee.
For those aboveground, all they'll hear is the dull crack of the ground rupturing, following by a heavy object coming hurtling out of the pavement just by their feet -- an old paving stone that comes rocketing upwards to smash into their target's side, just below the ribcage, sure to knock the air out of him.
And before the poor schmuck can even catch his breath, his leg once more sinks clean into the ground. This time, before he can whisk himself away -- if he even has the breath for it -- from underground, Gen grabs his foot in both hands and twists. It's sharp, guttural when he snaps at Makoto and Sebastian through Communion: ]
Hurry up and finish him off!
[ He doesn't know the exact way this guy escaped last time, so Gen has to settle for maintaining a vicious grip and digging his fingers into the man's freshly-broken ankle, hoping some combination of the physical grip and the pain will keep him trapped in place long enough for the other two to finish the job.
no subject
The welling up of blood followed by the splatter of near-black against the pavement does make his stomach churn. For some reason, it's more difficult tolerating this level of bloodshed from other people, than if it were his own. It's only a slight wave of nausea that prickles at the back of his throat, though. Not enough to disrupt his focus. The close proximity between Makoto, Sebastian, and their target means he doesn't exactly have a good opportunity to intrude, and the brief thought of leaving his hiding spot to butt in is tossed aside; the alleyway's too cramped, and he's sure they'd all just get in each other's way.
Which ends up being the correct choice, anyway.
That bright flash of light must be near-painful when seen from so close up, but Gen is shielded from the majority of it by Sebastian's body, the distance between them, and the natural haze of the ground he's looking out from. So when Sebastian's movements halt, he's able to step in without giving their target any chance to flee.
For those aboveground, all they'll hear is the dull crack of the ground rupturing, following by a heavy object coming hurtling out of the pavement just by their feet -- an old paving stone that comes rocketing upwards to smash into their target's side, just below the ribcage, sure to knock the air out of him.
And before the poor schmuck can even catch his breath, his leg once more sinks clean into the ground. This time, before he can whisk himself away -- if he even has the breath for it -- from underground, Gen grabs his foot in both hands and twists. It's sharp, guttural when he snaps at Makoto and Sebastian through Communion: ]
Hurry up and finish him off!
[ He doesn't know the exact way this guy escaped last time, so Gen has to settle for maintaining a vicious grip and digging his fingers into the man's freshly-broken ankle, hoping some combination of the physical grip and the pain will keep him trapped in place long enough for the other two to finish the job.