[ john has never been the most athletic or graceful person, so it's no surprise the sliding earth beneath his feet makes him stumble. ]

What was that about tryhard magic tricks? Tripping people? Very mature. [ john he's an actual teenager shut up ]

[ as petty as ever, john targets the same arm gen had used for the spell as he picks himself up off the ground. it's as if an invisible hand grabs gen by the wrist and yanks it firmly upward above his head to hold it there, twisting it harshly. the skeletons crumple into piles of bones, their presence no longer necessary now that john is being so direct. ]

Ooh, sorry. See, ideally, you want me to stop at tricks. The tricks are usually pretty painless, but I can't say the same for everything else.

[ john takes his time walking closer because this is the kind of thing he enjoys as much as he'd like to pretend that he doesn't. this is partly because john has a grudge, and partly because he's tired of people acting like he's someone to trifle with. ]

Are you going to hand over what you've got, or should I start breaking things? I mean—... [ a laugh. ] I'm probably going to anyway, but maybe I'll be nice if you cooperate. What do you say?

It seems like no one ever put the fear of God in you, so I'll be happy to fix that.