[ Dextera draws that sword, and just for a moment, he might see a trace of something taken-aback in that doppelganger's expression. A slight paling of the face, a clench of the jaw, a flattening back of those ears. It's visible for only a moment before it's forcibly squelched, because even this copy of Gen is too prideful to appear vulerable for long, but it was unmistakably there -- a little flicker of fear.
(He's never liked looking at blades since back then.)
Then it lunges in for an attack, the mace whistling through the air as it rips through the air, aimed right at Dextera's head. With Dextera's guess having been correct, the doppelganger is forced to jerk back a step to avoid getting gutted, but it's not quite fast enough; the blade grazes over its abdomen, drawing blood. ]
-- you little bitch! [ The doppelganger aims another wild swing of the mace at Dextera, but it's an inherently heavy weapon; the blow's a little slow to reach peak velocity, missing Dextera and instead clipping past his hair. ] Why're you even wasting your energy here anyway, huh?! Your type doesn't really give a shit about anyone! -- or is this asshole just so pathetic you can't help taking pity, is that it?
[ The doppelganger seems intent on hurling those insults even as it continues its assault on Dextera. But at least with its attention split between coming up with those acrid words, and dodging the sharp blade of Dextera's sword, it doesn't seem to have realized just yet that Gen is slowly staggering to his feet behind its back.
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(He's never liked looking at blades since back then.)
Then it lunges in for an attack, the mace whistling through the air as it rips through the air, aimed right at Dextera's head. With Dextera's guess having been correct, the doppelganger is forced to jerk back a step to avoid getting gutted, but it's not quite fast enough; the blade grazes over its abdomen, drawing blood. ]
-- you little bitch! [ The doppelganger aims another wild swing of the mace at Dextera, but it's an inherently heavy weapon; the blow's a little slow to reach peak velocity, missing Dextera and instead clipping past his hair. ] Why're you even wasting your energy here anyway, huh?! Your type doesn't really give a shit about anyone! -- or is this asshole just so pathetic you can't help taking pity, is that it?
[ The doppelganger seems intent on hurling those insults even as it continues its assault on Dextera. But at least with its attention split between coming up with those acrid words, and dodging the sharp blade of Dextera's sword, it doesn't seem to have realized just yet that Gen is slowly staggering to his feet behind its back.
He's drawn his weapon, too. ]