[ He jerks his arm back as soon as he feels those gauntlets loosen from around his wrist, ignoring the throbbing pain as he tries to put some distance between them. But he's just not quick enough.
The very air between them seems to be pushed aside from the speed and ferocity with which Dimitri lunges at him; Gen barely has time to stumble back an extra half-step before that terrifying bulk bears down on him. It's only by sheer chance that he manages to keep one arm free, his prosthetic. The other is pinned to his side as those gauntlet-clad arms clamp around him, as implacable as wrought iron bonds. Of course Gen promptly struggles, kicking and reeling his free arm back to deal Dimitri a punch to the side of the head -- a blow that would be vicious enough to give any normal man a concussion, but perhaps not enough to discombobulate a Dimitri stewing in rage and adrenaline.
And before he can reel his arm back for a second blow, there's the creak of Dimitri's grasp pulling tighter around him, followed by the sickening crunch of several of his ribs snapping.
Breathing immediately becomes almost impossible. His voice only escapes as a strangled, truncated little noise -- unable to form a scream. And even as he shudders and jolts in Dimitri's grasp, fighting past the pain, Gen grits his teeth ... then grabs at Dimitri's face with his hand. A seemingly hapless gesture at first, though Dimitri will realize very quickly that it's nothing so innocuous. The metal of Gen's prosthetic goes from cool, to warm, to uncomfortably hot within seconds, even as his finger shoves against Dimitri's good eye.
If Dimitri doesn't let him go immediately, he's going to get his good eye burnt to a crisp at best; his entire face is going to be charcoal at worst. ]
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The very air between them seems to be pushed aside from the speed and ferocity with which Dimitri lunges at him; Gen barely has time to stumble back an extra half-step before that terrifying bulk bears down on him. It's only by sheer chance that he manages to keep one arm free, his prosthetic. The other is pinned to his side as those gauntlet-clad arms clamp around him, as implacable as wrought iron bonds. Of course Gen promptly struggles, kicking and reeling his free arm back to deal Dimitri a punch to the side of the head -- a blow that would be vicious enough to give any normal man a concussion, but perhaps not enough to discombobulate a Dimitri stewing in rage and adrenaline.
And before he can reel his arm back for a second blow, there's the creak of Dimitri's grasp pulling tighter around him, followed by the sickening crunch of several of his ribs snapping.
Breathing immediately becomes almost impossible. His voice only escapes as a strangled, truncated little noise -- unable to form a scream. And even as he shudders and jolts in Dimitri's grasp, fighting past the pain, Gen grits his teeth ... then grabs at Dimitri's face with his hand. A seemingly hapless gesture at first, though Dimitri will realize very quickly that it's nothing so innocuous. The metal of Gen's prosthetic goes from cool, to warm, to uncomfortably hot within seconds, even as his finger shoves against Dimitri's good eye.
If Dimitri doesn't let him go immediately, he's going to get his good eye burnt to a crisp at best; his entire face is going to be charcoal at worst. ]