[ Because Gen is a shitty teenager, Gavial's question only earns a grunt and a little half-shrug of the shoulders at first. Of course, the truth is that he totally gets it -- violence had often been his go-to method of venting some stress back home, too. He hadn't had the resources or ability to do anything on the level of what Gavial's accomplished here, but he'd broken some shit and gotten into plenty of fights. Gen knows how it feels when your blood's boiling hot in your veins, and it feels like the only way to vent some of that heat is by making someone else bleed a little. (Or a lot.)
So even before Gavial actually flashes him that smile, his nerves are already pinging through with instinctive caution; his reflexes catch on before his conscious mind that Gavial's posture doesn't seem like she's ready to leave just yet. The fine hairs on his canine ears are standing on end by the time he spots the gleam of her teeth, and Gen narrows his eyes.
His own smile in return is a touch more thin-lipped, even if he stands his ground, refusing to back away or show any sign of hesitation. ]
Y'know, I think we're supposed to be fighting the Meridian. Not wastin' our time fighting with each other.
[ So he says, but his hands slowly tights around the handle of his mace until the leather creaks; his gaze scans Gavial over from head to toe, fixing briefly on the steady lash of her tail before meeting her gaze once more. Affirming to himself: oh, she's fucking serious.
An uneasy little knot of discomfort forms at the back of his throat that he swallows back, thinking back to the sheer force she'd displayed back during that fight with a Discord-addled Link. Is he really going to be able to hold up if that violence is directed his way? Only one way to find out, huh.
A deep breath before he shoots Gavial a toothy grin of his own in challenge. ]
... I ain't gonna hold back if you're serious about this, though.
[ In other words: he's ready to fight dirty. The moment she lunges at him, he's going to vanish into the dirt to reposition himself for an ambush from behind. ]
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So even before Gavial actually flashes him that smile, his nerves are already pinging through with instinctive caution; his reflexes catch on before his conscious mind that Gavial's posture doesn't seem like she's ready to leave just yet. The fine hairs on his canine ears are standing on end by the time he spots the gleam of her teeth, and Gen narrows his eyes.
His own smile in return is a touch more thin-lipped, even if he stands his ground, refusing to back away or show any sign of hesitation. ]
Y'know, I think we're supposed to be fighting the Meridian. Not wastin' our time fighting with each other.
[ So he says, but his hands slowly tights around the handle of his mace until the leather creaks; his gaze scans Gavial over from head to toe, fixing briefly on the steady lash of her tail before meeting her gaze once more. Affirming to himself: oh, she's fucking serious.
An uneasy little knot of discomfort forms at the back of his throat that he swallows back, thinking back to the sheer force she'd displayed back during that fight with a Discord-addled Link. Is he really going to be able to hold up if that violence is directed his way? Only one way to find out, huh.
A deep breath before he shoots Gavial a toothy grin of his own in challenge. ]
... I ain't gonna hold back if you're serious about this, though.
[ In other words: he's ready to fight dirty. The moment she lunges at him, he's going to vanish into the dirt to reposition himself for an ambush from behind. ]