Loathe though he was to admit it at any time, especially in a moment like this, Vincent's size was a distinct disadvantage to him. Resist as he might, there was simply no way for him to prevent being upended - although his wild struggles do leave the sound of tearing fabric all throughout his descent.

The growl that escapes him now is significantly less amused, eyes burning fire as he glares up at his newfound captor. Now more than ever he wanted to rip his intestines straight from the other boy's stomach, a sentiment that is almost impossible to miss. So much for dampening his fighting spirit.

His body screams in pain as Kit smashes him into the ground, but somehow it only grants his mind the ability to think more clearly. Perhaps it's the anger. He wraps his hands around those of his opponents, seemingly attempting to grapple with them and force him into releasing his grip; the truth of the matter, however, is a bit sneakier than that.

When Kit pulls his hands up a second time, he'll find that the only thing rising with them is the segment of shirt that he's ripped off. By the time he processes that he'll have an even bigger problem to deal with - Vincent rushing up of his own accord with a vicious headbutt.