[Vincent has more than a few choices words for his companion as well, but they're muffled into nothing more than an indignant noise thanks to the target's quick actions. he jerks back violently, reaching up with the hand not bracing himself to try and pry this makeshift gag off of him.
play by the rules. as if any of the established 'rules' had done something for them! there was no point in abiding by guidelines put in place solely to tie their hands. if they wanted to succeed, to survive, they had to -
"Fuck the rules."
a medical tent surrounded by a barrier of supernatural origin. a woman covered in chains, smiling with the placid contentment of someone who knows that she cannot be beaten. a fight raging just beyond their reach, vital and going poorly. and his arm, aflame in pain, but slowly regaining its power...
the grip on Kit's arm shifts in nature as Vincent's eyes unfocus due to the sheer the magnitude of pain circulating his body. if he wasn't braced properly already the force of the vision might have knocked him clear off his feet.]
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play by the rules. as if any of the established 'rules' had done something for them! there was no point in abiding by guidelines put in place solely to tie their hands. if they wanted to succeed, to survive, they had to -
"Fuck the rules."
a medical tent surrounded by a barrier of supernatural origin. a woman covered in chains, smiling with the placid contentment of someone who knows that she cannot be beaten. a fight raging just beyond their reach, vital and going poorly. and his arm, aflame in pain, but slowly regaining its power...
the grip on Kit's arm shifts in nature as Vincent's eyes unfocus due to the sheer the magnitude of pain circulating his body. if he wasn't braced properly already the force of the vision might have knocked him clear off his feet.]