[ 'Yeah, that's right,' he thinks smugly to himself. 'Get the fuck out of here.'
And while Gen does, very briefly, consider spending a little more time gloating over the fact that he's successfully bluffed his way out of that situation and gotten Hayame out of his business -- he ultimately decides now is probably not that time. In retrospect, that restraint is probably the only thing that keeps him from being killed on the spot.
He'd lingered where he'd stood just long enough to watch Hayame dip out of sight, still standing with that uncomfortable, ramrod-straight posture, but the moment she'd rounded a corner out of sight had been the signal for him to drop character and get back to the matter at hand. The fire behind him had been smoldering quietly, not set up in quite the right way to spread swiftly on its own; with Hayame out of the way he can address that properly. A deep breath as he wills the flow of magic through his veins, then gestures with his hand, urging the fire to spread outwards. Embers spit and jump through the air as heat crackles, starting to swiftly eat away at the storage area itself, as well as the foodstuffs contained within. One more application of the same spell, and most of the stuff stored here is guaranteed to be burnt beyond use in short order.
There has to be more damage he can do, though. The quick double-application of the spell on top of the strain of maintaining his disguise is starting to wear at him, but Gen still breathes a ragged huff as he starts to move from where he'd been standing, scanning his surroundings for another easy target to burn down --
and that fucking arrow rips past his side.
The wound's deep enough to hamper his movements, and certainly enough to hurt, but not enough to completely incapacitate him. Gen does fall back a step, a hand pressed to his side where the split in his flesh is already starting to gush red, slightly doubled over from the pain, but his gaze immediately fixes on Hayame through that narrow gap between the shelters. ]
Zero fucking hesitation, huh ...
[ A spiteful mutter to himself under his breath. And past the shimmer of the flames, Hayame might spot the image of "Liem" starting to warp from more than the heat -- black starting to bleed into the pale of his hair, flickers of canine features ghosting into view, his entire outline blurring. Too bad she won't get more than a second to get a good look, because the next moment Gen swipes his hand towards Hayame, sending the growing jumping skipping over the row of nearby shelters, straight at her. ]
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And while Gen does, very briefly, consider spending a little more time gloating over the fact that he's successfully bluffed his way out of that situation and gotten Hayame out of his business -- he ultimately decides now is probably not that time. In retrospect, that restraint is probably the only thing that keeps him from being killed on the spot.
He'd lingered where he'd stood just long enough to watch Hayame dip out of sight, still standing with that uncomfortable, ramrod-straight posture, but the moment she'd rounded a corner out of sight had been the signal for him to drop character and get back to the matter at hand. The fire behind him had been smoldering quietly, not set up in quite the right way to spread swiftly on its own; with Hayame out of the way he can address that properly. A deep breath as he wills the flow of magic through his veins, then gestures with his hand, urging the fire to spread outwards. Embers spit and jump through the air as heat crackles, starting to swiftly eat away at the storage area itself, as well as the foodstuffs contained within. One more application of the same spell, and most of the stuff stored here is guaranteed to be burnt beyond use in short order.
There has to be more damage he can do, though. The quick double-application of the spell on top of the strain of maintaining his disguise is starting to wear at him, but Gen still breathes a ragged huff as he starts to move from where he'd been standing, scanning his surroundings for another easy target to burn down --
and that fucking arrow rips past his side.
The wound's deep enough to hamper his movements, and certainly enough to hurt, but not enough to completely incapacitate him. Gen does fall back a step, a hand pressed to his side where the split in his flesh is already starting to gush red, slightly doubled over from the pain, but his gaze immediately fixes on Hayame through that narrow gap between the shelters. ]
Zero fucking hesitation, huh ...
[ A spiteful mutter to himself under his breath. And past the shimmer of the flames, Hayame might spot the image of "Liem" starting to warp from more than the heat -- black starting to bleed into the pale of his hair, flickers of canine features ghosting into view, his entire outline blurring. Too bad she won't get more than a second to get a good look, because the next moment Gen swipes his hand towards Hayame, sending the growing jumping skipping over the row of nearby shelters, straight at her. ]