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there's a brief flash of metal and sparks as gin ducks under and into the blow, seeming to slide behind Khaine as he could feel every vulnerable spot on his armor attacked, deeply enough that if he'd had organs and arteries he'd have just died in a shower of blood, the silver haired man seeming to radiate an almost unnatural blood lust for a mortal to have as he just simply says "while i would like your help teaching some kids that war isn't a game, if you're going to be abrasive to the entire idea, then i see no point in keeping you around" as his demeanour shifts by centimeters, Khaine rather acutely aware that he was facing a man that had fought, won, lost and waged war since childhood, creating one of the few things that could stand up to him in an open, military battle field and on top of being alot faster and stronger than he'd looked, he'd probably ignored him for the most part, though after sizing him up a bit he could spot all the experience and years of battles the man'd fought to simply survive. "last chance to hear me out" gin says evenly, leveling his boken at khaine. Though he'd felt a blade, he wasn't able to see anymore than the wooden training sword on Gin and, frankly, with so many people fighting him at once, it was likely he'd lose just simply with this man able to make up for what they lacked, it taking him a moment to realize that the cleaver headed for Doom had been shattered and the pieces embedded far into his hand through the kinks in his gauntlet's armor.