[ For all the shit he's been put through over the past year and change, Gen is ultimately just a teenager from mundane modern times. Which is to say -- having his arm magically wrung like a washcloth hurts far more than he's ever had to learn to endure. It's only sheer stubborn spite that keeps him from screaming, his voice instead escaping in a choked noise past clenched teeth; the added insult of getting dumped on the ground afterward sends a bonus jolt through shattered bones, earning a bout of muffled coughing, his breaths escaping in wheezing groans.
Ah, god. It hurts so much he can barely think.
But against John's expectations, he makes no attempt to run even once he's back on the ground. Because like hell he's going to give this fuckface that satisfaction. His movements are halting when he struggles to pull himself back up onto his knees, but the bright, focused anger in his eyes makes it clear he hasn't given up just yet.
Case in point -- he surges to his feet the next moment. Not to flee, but to lunge at John with a wide sweep of his prosthetic arm and an indistinct, furious snarl. Along with that gesture comes a shift of the earth beneath John's feet, more drastic than before -- a grave-sized hole opening up directly below him, aiming to drop him into cold dirt. The side of the hole immediately begin to cave in afterwards, trying to bury him alive.
Will this even work? Who fucking knows. But he at least has the try. ]
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Ah, god. It hurts so much he can barely think.
But against John's expectations, he makes no attempt to run even once he's back on the ground. Because like hell he's going to give this fuckface that satisfaction. His movements are halting when he struggles to pull himself back up onto his knees, but the bright, focused anger in his eyes makes it clear he hasn't given up just yet.
Case in point -- he surges to his feet the next moment. Not to flee, but to lunge at John with a wide sweep of his prosthetic arm and an indistinct, furious snarl. Along with that gesture comes a shift of the earth beneath John's feet, more drastic than before -- a grave-sized hole opening up directly below him, aiming to drop him into cold dirt. The side of the hole immediately begin to cave in afterwards, trying to bury him alive.
Will this even work? Who fucking knows. But he at least has the try. ]