[ Annoying. This guy's annoying to deal with. In part because of how tricky he is -- nimbler than he looks, his sloppy appearances at odds with quick footwork and clean movements -- but even moreso because he's a fucking nag.
Gen stumbles heavily when Mamoru practically dances out of the way of his forward charge, his own momentum and weight almost sending him crashing to the ground, not at all helped by the smack to the back of the neck that threatens to unbalance him. His boots scrape loudly against the ground as he just barely catches himself, feet scuffing as he slides to a knee and shakes his head to try and reorient himself.
Even before he's fully regained his balance, he shoots Mamoru a vicious glare that burns vicious with the sort of indignant rage that only hot-headed youths can muster. ]
You always act so high-and-mighty to people you fight with? [ Is he already a little more out of breath than he should be? No, shut up. (Yes, absolutely. He started smoking way too young, and it catches up to him fast in these sorts of situations.) ] I told you, I didn't ask!
[ But a keen eye might note the way he does exhale in a sharp huff with his next lunge in -- starting to aim a low blow at Mamoru's feet, as if trying to kick his feet out from under him, before switching tack at the last second to kick off the ground to try and catch him in the gut with an upward punch. He's a quick study despite all his griping, almost immediately implementing Mamoru's advice, and at least shrewd enough to attempt a feint, even if his execution is still a little sloppy and tinged with reckless, blind anger.
Mamoru's assessment is 100% correct. He has way too much pent-up anger and frustration to handle this fight with a cool head. ]
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Gen stumbles heavily when Mamoru practically dances out of the way of his forward charge, his own momentum and weight almost sending him crashing to the ground, not at all helped by the smack to the back of the neck that threatens to unbalance him. His boots scrape loudly against the ground as he just barely catches himself, feet scuffing as he slides to a knee and shakes his head to try and reorient himself.
Even before he's fully regained his balance, he shoots Mamoru a vicious glare that burns vicious with the sort of indignant rage that only hot-headed youths can muster. ]
You always act so high-and-mighty to people you fight with? [ Is he already a little more out of breath than he should be? No, shut up. (Yes, absolutely. He started smoking way too young, and it catches up to him fast in these sorts of situations.) ] I told you, I didn't ask!
[ But a keen eye might note the way he does exhale in a sharp huff with his next lunge in -- starting to aim a low blow at Mamoru's feet, as if trying to kick his feet out from under him, before switching tack at the last second to kick off the ground to try and catch him in the gut with an upward punch. He's a quick study despite all his griping, almost immediately implementing Mamoru's advice, and at least shrewd enough to attempt a feint, even if his execution is still a little sloppy and tinged with reckless, blind anger.
Mamoru's assessment is 100% correct. He has way too much pent-up anger and frustration to handle this fight with a cool head. ]