I have. And in far worse circumstances; Yharnam was more dangerous than this lot.
[Another arrow, two, three, all flying and hitting their mark from a distance. But Vincent then reverts his blade back to its sword-like form, the metal singing for blood.
He has done this before. This ragged bunch of wintry creatures is nothing, and he knows he can rely upon the muscles memory of this body to cut them down, one by one. Like the beasts from his old life; like kin, like elder Great Ones.
Vincent says nothing else, he merely rushes forward in a swoop of long black coat whipping behind him, meeting the crowd head-on once the distance is closed. He's quick, his cuts are fast and brutal; it's like a dance, it's such a practiced thing.
And his presence, in close proximity with these new enemies, well. It's likely a little disorienting for them, faced with something that's not quite a man any longer. That possesses the scent of the great wide universe and everything beautiful and terrible within it.]
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[Another arrow, two, three, all flying and hitting their mark from a distance. But Vincent then reverts his blade back to its sword-like form, the metal singing for blood.
He has done this before. This ragged bunch of wintry creatures is nothing, and he knows he can rely upon the muscles memory of this body to cut them down, one by one. Like the beasts from his old life; like kin, like elder Great Ones.
Vincent says nothing else, he merely rushes forward in a swoop of long black coat whipping behind him, meeting the crowd head-on once the distance is closed. He's quick, his cuts are fast and brutal; it's like a dance, it's such a practiced thing.
And his presence, in close proximity with these new enemies, well. It's likely a little disorienting for them, faced with something that's not quite a man any longer. That possesses the scent of the great wide universe and everything beautiful and terrible within it.]