[A dry scoff, a very human reaction to that remark.]
Everyone is dangerous, Miss Monts. With the right application of force.
[Blade unsheathed, but with a toss of the wrist the trick weapon seems to split itself wide, forming what can only be described as reminiscent of a bow. And arrow forms in his hand as Vincent draws it taut, shivering with paleblood.
He sends it flying towards one of the undead creatures, directly towards its head.]
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Everyone is dangerous, Miss Monts. With the right application of force.
[Blade unsheathed, but with a toss of the wrist the trick weapon seems to split itself wide, forming what can only be described as reminiscent of a bow. And arrow forms in his hand as Vincent draws it taut, shivering with paleblood.
He sends it flying towards one of the undead creatures, directly towards its head.]
Let’s do it the old fashioned way.