Interacting with [@Dark Light]
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It became clear, relatively quickly that Kenji would fight this man. Genevieve wanted to have faith, to not worry, but she didn’t plan on seeing anything remotely close to this today. At least…not something like this off the ship. 

Suddenly, the sunny day with such a giving breeze felt dark and suffocating. Part of her was attempting to figure out on the medical side what was going on, but the other half was screaming for Kenji to win. 
He took her matches, she still had to get him back for that. She couldn’t very well so such a thing if the surgeon were to fall to this absolute beanstalk of a man. 

“Allez, allez…” she whispers anxiously to herself as Kenji hits the man. It was obvious that he had skill in fighting, but this man was like a walrus, the fat on him acting as a barrier, hell even if she did shoot him, there were strong chances that her bullet wouldn’t even make it through to a vital organ. 

As Kenji is grabbed, Genevieve tightens her grip on the gun, holding her breath. She may not be  able to hit an organ, but she can sure as hell out a bullet in his skull. 

If she went back missing a crew member, a surgeon no less, that would be terrible form. And that’s why she was doing it. Bad form…

Then, she sees something less uniform than Kenjis other hits as he messily head butted the man. Her eyes widen, watching as blood trickles down his face. Fuck. Although it seems to work slightly, and Gen watches as Kenji manages to get from the large man’s hold. 

Genevieve lets out a loud cheer, letting go of the death grip She had on her gun. 

She watches as he draws near, moving to meet him. “Very funny,” She says sarcastically. “Come on, let’s get you back to the ship.” She says, her voice turning softer as she moves to help him walk. 
She wants to ask him where he learned to fight like that, but hesitate. Lots of people prefer not to share such things, bringing up the past.