He'd intended on either making a run for it or lunging it for a proper punch (right in the middle of that insufferably smug face) depending on how John reacted to the side-swipe. So when it looks like it's worked, Gen throws himself forth, arm cocked back to deliver the perfect haymaker -- and gives a stifled yelp when that same art suddenly yanks him up into the air. The jolt is so sudden that it sends an ache all the way through his shoulder, the strain pinging painfully through to his chest, and Gen struggles and fights in mid-air for a good moment, clawing at whatever invisible force is keeping him aloft with his other hand before realizing it's not something tangible he can tangle with.
So it's all just John, then.
That realization has his gaze sparking bright with anger anew, and Gen simply glowers at John at first, teeth gritted as he endures the twisting pain in his arm. And while it'd be a lie to say he isn't afraid of what John might be capable of -- the tension is clear in the line of his shoulders, and the way his whippy canine tail pulls close against his leg, those pointy ears flattened back in caution and aggression -- Gen does an admirable job of keeping his voice level when he responds. ]
I can't fucking believe it.
[ A bark of laughter, short and derisive. ]
You can't decide what side you wanna be on, can't decide what you wanna do -- and now you can't even decide how you wanna deal with me? Just how spineless and indecisive are you? Fucking pathetic.
doing the whole game a service
He'd intended on either making a run for it or lunging it for a proper punch (right in the middle of that insufferably smug face) depending on how John reacted to the side-swipe. So when it looks like it's worked, Gen throws himself forth, arm cocked back to deliver the perfect haymaker -- and gives a stifled yelp when that same art suddenly yanks him up into the air. The jolt is so sudden that it sends an ache all the way through his shoulder, the strain pinging painfully through to his chest, and Gen struggles and fights in mid-air for a good moment, clawing at whatever invisible force is keeping him aloft with his other hand before realizing it's not something tangible he can tangle with.
So it's all just John, then.
That realization has his gaze sparking bright with anger anew, and Gen simply glowers at John at first, teeth gritted as he endures the twisting pain in his arm. And while it'd be a lie to say he isn't afraid of what John might be capable of -- the tension is clear in the line of his shoulders, and the way his whippy canine tail pulls close against his leg, those pointy ears flattened back in caution and aggression -- Gen does an admirable job of keeping his voice level when he responds. ]
I can't fucking believe it.
[ A bark of laughter, short and derisive. ]
You can't decide what side you wanna be on, can't decide what you wanna do -- and now you can't even decide how you wanna deal with me? Just how spineless and indecisive are you? Fucking pathetic.