[Vincent has secretly wanted to learn what his blood tastes like ever since Irahl cut his fingers open ripping apart that wall a week ago. Even with no open injuries, a little part of him has always wondered, and that part of him groans with delight as he's pushed back down against the ground.
Finally. Finally, finally. His hand's going to be hard to untangle from Irahl's front on account of the claws that are there now.
What might have been a giddy laugh is caught and choked out as he does actually start to suffocate. Monsterous or not, Vincent still has to breathe, and that's only gotten harder with the other man's pressing his entire weight down on him. Clearly, Irahl still wants to play, so Vincent just swings his free arm up to deck him hard in the side of the face.
With a sudden burst of strength and whatever momentum he can take advantage of, he pushes them both over and rolls on top of Irahl, trying to wedge a knee between them so he can actually lever himself out of the man's vice grip.]
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Finally. Finally, finally. His hand's going to be hard to untangle from Irahl's front on account of the claws that are there now.
What might have been a giddy laugh is caught and choked out as he does actually start to suffocate. Monsterous or not, Vincent still has to breathe, and that's only gotten harder with the other man's pressing his entire weight down on him. Clearly, Irahl still wants to play, so Vincent just swings his free arm up to deck him hard in the side of the face.
With a sudden burst of strength and whatever momentum he can take advantage of, he pushes them both over and rolls on top of Irahl, trying to wedge a knee between them so he can actually lever himself out of the man's vice grip.]