To Vincent's credit, not he doesn't let something as trivial as more trauma to his head stop him on his quest. He's detached so thoroughly from reality that he doesn't even feel the blows enough to groan in pain, moving almost robotically as he continues to attempt to fulfill the one goal remaining in his mind. All he had to do was get the other boy to forfeit, after all.

His grip remains tight around Kit's foot, using the other as a pulley to drag himself through the barrage of blows and slowly up his leg. To say his gaze was unfocused would be a kind understatement - it's highly unlikely that he even has enough awareness to be thinking at all, let alone strategizing. It's quite the terrifying sight, especially when one finds themselves the direct victim of it.

Unfortunately for him, even an iron will can't completely win out over biology. Between the devastating kicks and his own lack of sufficient oxygen, Vincent's mechanical ascent begins to slow even further until it comes to a complete standstill. He shifts several times in one last desperate attempt to muster up some hitherto untapped reserve of energy, but fails to locate any. With a strangled breath, his head finally drops down as unconsciousness claims him.

Even so, Kit's hardship hasn't quite ended. His grasp on the other boy's leg remains vicelike, even with his senses gone.