[nearly every single blow Fubuki aims in desperation hits its mark, but it does very little for its situation. his opponent feeds off the pain instead, taking all of the growing negativity in his heart and feeding it right back into the strength of his grip around the younger boy's neck.
Vincent laughs at the sound of what can only be an obscenity in any language, pulling his arm even tighter as his foe ceases to move. he can still feel his pulse racing under his skin, and so his grip remains strong and in place. he can't, however, resist a little further provocation.]
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Vincent laughs at the sound of what can only be an obscenity in any language, pulling his arm even tighter as his foe ceases to move. he can still feel his pulse racing under his skin, and so his grip remains strong and in place. he can't, however, resist a little further provocation.]
Is that really all you've got?