[there's no such desperation in his opponent's actions, only the gleeful abandon of the fight. it's nothing close to the violence he'd experienced only a few days before, but he's more than willing to take a downgrade in order to sate the constant lust for a clash.
the urge, a constant through most of his life, had been flaring even more aggressively in recent times. in quieter moments he can't help but wonder if those visions have something to do with it.
Vincent resists for as long as he can, but with bits of his scalp tearing off into Fubuki's hand even his bullheaded struggles are no match. he finally falls to his opponent's side, but not before throwing an arm out to wrap around the other boy's neck. so long as he could keep the pressure up in some way he still had the advantage.]
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the urge, a constant through most of his life, had been flaring even more aggressively in recent times. in quieter moments he can't help but wonder if those visions have something to do with it.
Vincent resists for as long as he can, but with bits of his scalp tearing off into Fubuki's hand even his bullheaded struggles are no match. he finally falls to his opponent's side, but not before throwing an arm out to wrap around the other boy's neck. so long as he could keep the pressure up in some way he still had the advantage.]