[ It's not like he's blind to the fact that he's being pursued -- it would be difficult to miss the thundering of hooves and the shuddering of the earth with each step Hayame step takes. But by the time Gen notices, halfway to the borders of the Meridian camp, it's too late. The mistake's already been made, he's stretched his (already drained) stamina too low, and he'll need to emerge from the earth soon regardless of that terrible figure bound to bear down on him.
This is going to suck, he knows.
And he's right, of course.
Gen emerges from the earth with a gasp, having pushed his time underneath to the limits in order to try and widen the gap between himself and Hayame. No dice, unfortunately, but at least the momentum he's built and the extra time he's used to prepare means he isn't immediately killed by a hoof to the skull.
The dirt beneath Hayame's feet explodes upwards, a shower of clods and rocks partially obfuscating the outlines of Gen's figure as he launches himself out into the open air. It permits him to get away from the first attempting to trample him with just a few close calls -- a glancing kick that clips his ribcage and only fractures instead of shattering, a heavy stomp that just barely misses his temple as it thuds into the earth just beside his head. Dirt flies as Gen hits the ground at a roll, hands clawing into the earth as he manages to right himself into a kneeling crouch even before he's skidded to a halt; already the pain ripping through his chest is rendering his breaths shallow and his face pale, canine ears flattened back into his hair. And while he's unfortunately positioned himself in the perfect spot for Hayame to rear up and cave his skull in --
the earth beneath her back hooves destabilizes the next moment, erupting upwards on one side and caving in on the other. Probably only enough to stall her, maybe trip her up. He'd intended on upending her entirely, but his magic is proving oddly difficult to control at the moment, perhaps because of his exhaustion? Either way, it should be enough for him to dodge immediate death for a few moments longer. Probably. Maybe. ]
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This is going to suck, he knows.
And he's right, of course.
Gen emerges from the earth with a gasp, having pushed his time underneath to the limits in order to try and widen the gap between himself and Hayame. No dice, unfortunately, but at least the momentum he's built and the extra time he's used to prepare means he isn't immediately killed by a hoof to the skull.
The dirt beneath Hayame's feet explodes upwards, a shower of clods and rocks partially obfuscating the outlines of Gen's figure as he launches himself out into the open air. It permits him to get away from the first attempting to trample him with just a few close calls -- a glancing kick that clips his ribcage and only fractures instead of shattering, a heavy stomp that just barely misses his temple as it thuds into the earth just beside his head. Dirt flies as Gen hits the ground at a roll, hands clawing into the earth as he manages to right himself into a kneeling crouch even before he's skidded to a halt; already the pain ripping through his chest is rendering his breaths shallow and his face pale, canine ears flattened back into his hair. And while he's unfortunately positioned himself in the perfect spot for Hayame to rear up and cave his skull in --
the earth beneath her back hooves destabilizes the next moment, erupting upwards on one side and caving in on the other. Probably only enough to stall her, maybe trip her up. He'd intended on upending her entirely, but his magic is proving oddly difficult to control at the moment, perhaps because of his exhaustion? Either way, it should be enough for him to dodge immediate death for a few moments longer. Probably. Maybe. ]