Knockout or forfeiture? Vincent doesn't say it aloud, but his thoughts may as well be splashed across his face: if his opponent wanted even a hope at winning, he was going to have to put him out. Nothing but unconsciousness would keep him from rising to his feet every time.
He can see an identical sentiment echoed in Kit's transformed expression, even if the other boy didn't mean to. That icy stare must terrify others unlucky enough to have fallen under its gaze, but it seems to have the opposite effect here. Rather than chill, he feels his entire body go hot at the mere idea of what such a look promises; he returns it with a grin that's half-feral already.
There's no point in words now. All that was left was to act.
Without warning Vincent charges forward, rushing in at full strength. He doesn't expect to be able to tackle him so early in the bout, but there's no chance of winning if he goes into things without confidence. He knew he was fast enough to dance out of the way should things go poorly.
i've always wanted to be pickled
He can see an identical sentiment echoed in Kit's transformed expression, even if the other boy didn't mean to. That icy stare must terrify others unlucky enough to have fallen under its gaze, but it seems to have the opposite effect here. Rather than chill, he feels his entire body go hot at the mere idea of what such a look promises; he returns it with a grin that's half-feral already.
There's no point in words now. All that was left was to act.
Without warning Vincent charges forward, rushing in at full strength. He doesn't expect to be able to tackle him so early in the bout, but there's no chance of winning if he goes into things without confidence. He knew he was fast enough to dance out of the way should things go poorly.