An Empty Street After the Parade Has Gone [Vicente/Sabriel] [Open to 2]

His eyes widened as the creature he knocked down suddenly stamped on his foot, only for it to suddenly land an uppercut under his chin, forcing him to stumble backward. An arm planted one of his swords into the ground, before rubbing the afflicted area curiously. a spider-web design having appeared and now was slowly fading as he looked at Alastor for a moment.

Then, he gave a wide grin, revealing a maw of razor-sharp teeth, with all six eyes wide and alert. He had underestimated this one. Even from just one hit, he could tell that there was far greater strength than he had initially realized, and that fact was both elating and infuriating. There was the potential for a challenge, yet the idea of an insect being possibly greater than himself drove him mad.

Sounds akin to clicking or crackling, a type of growl echoed from his throat, as if the sounds coming from his throat were, by nature, distorted, creating something that was akin to neither man nor beast. Taking up his sword, another loud buzzing sound erupted as Vicente rapidly surged forward to try and take Alastor by surprise again, thrusting forward with two swords, one aimed for each shoulder.

The spider-web pattern manifested at where the creature kicked him. Even from a simple action, it made Vicente feel like his Hierro was physical armor in conjunction with his Hierro thread-woven clothes, his body shaking and at the result of such an impact. His hands released the two swords that impaled Alastor out of instinct. However, while he didn't dare employ a gambit to retrieve them, it did not mean that he was entirely helpless.

This creature was more durable and powerful than he had initially thought, as well as above all those he had slaughtered beforehand. Part of him wanted to test just by how much. Digging two of his remaining four swords into the ground to slow and stop his momentum, Vicente corrected himself, planting his feet on the ground.

That spider-web pattern coiled around his body as his Hierro responded to the following wave of heat, but, now, he was feeling the heat far more intensely on the exposed parts of his body, and his Hierro-woven clothes were beginning to melt and split, creating holes. He wanted to test to see how far this creature's durability could go, so, Vicente's thumb quickly cut open a finger, enough to draw blood as energy gathered into one of his free hands, a purple orb forming as it crackled with a sinister amount of violet lightning.

As he opened his palm wide, a blast erupted from it, a purple Gran Rey Cero tore through the air and surged toward Alastor, seeking to envelop himwith a blast strong enough to level a building. But, as he did, he heard the smaller creature shout out some kind of name and number, two of his eyes shifting to look at her just as she blew out her own eardrums to avoid the siren song of his companion.

It seemed that he was out of range, for nothing seemed to happen to him. Nevertheless, it was curious to see the smaller, inferior creature go to such lengths. Perhaps, were it not such an infuriating insect, he would have held an iota more respect. But, as it went in to try and attack Sabriel, Vicente's head turned away, more interested in seeing how the stronger one would handle an attack like that.