[ God. Why the fuck is everyone being such a pain in the ass at him, this time around? (Gen thinks in typical shitty teenager fashion, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he very much earned all this griefing with his own pain-in-the-assery.)
His gaze had focused sharply on John once more the moment he'd heard the crack of cartilage and ripping of flesh; it's the emergence of those two skeletons that really has him on-guard, dirt crunching beneath his bootsoles as he turns to face John with shoulders squared and lip curled in a disdainful sneer. ]
What, I'm supposed to be scared of your tryhard magic tricks? What are you, twelve?
[ Which isn't to say that Gen is particularly looking forward to dealing with this whole mess. If John is able to so easily summon himself some helping hands, that means this fight's going to be annoying. Enough that he'd simply leave -- if he hadn't already exhausted his ability to glide through the earth. Ugh.
So he settles for the next best option: dodging back a few steps, staying out of the skeleton's grasps as he instead focuses his attentions on John directly, aiming a wide swipe of the arm in his direction. He isn't anywhere close enough to land a punch, of course -- but that gesture does immediately make the earth beneath John's feet slide out beneath him, aiming to spill him to the loose ground and rattle his focus. ]
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His gaze had focused sharply on John once more the moment he'd heard the crack of cartilage and ripping of flesh; it's the emergence of those two skeletons that really has him on-guard, dirt crunching beneath his bootsoles as he turns to face John with shoulders squared and lip curled in a disdainful sneer. ]
What, I'm supposed to be scared of your tryhard magic tricks? What are you, twelve?
[ Which isn't to say that Gen is particularly looking forward to dealing with this whole mess. If John is able to so easily summon himself some helping hands, that means this fight's going to be annoying. Enough that he'd simply leave -- if he hadn't already exhausted his ability to glide through the earth. Ugh.
So he settles for the next best option: dodging back a few steps, staying out of the skeleton's grasps as he instead focuses his attentions on John directly, aiming a wide swipe of the arm in his direction. He isn't anywhere close enough to land a punch, of course -- but that gesture does immediately make the earth beneath John's feet slide out beneath him, aiming to spill him to the loose ground and rattle his focus. ]