[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[sub]Interactions: Team VCAL[/sub]
[hr]

Vincent walked along with his group, his fingers laced behind his head as he followed behind Cerise and ahead of Lysandra. Thanks to Poppy's care and the blood pack he was given, which now hung empty from his mouth, his arm was mostly healed. It still ached and he was sure the bones were still cracked, at the very least, but he was at the point where he was comfortable fighting with both arms, if he needed to. He would just have to remember not to hit so hard with his left as he would with his right, though even he was aware of how likely he was to remember that.

Though he seemed at ease, Vincent's senses were on high alert for danger. His eyes scanned the empty windows and doorways of the abandoned buildings flanking his group, his ears strained for the slightest out of place sound. He was on the lookout for the slightest whiff of trouble -- literally. He was well aware of the injuries he and his comrades sustained during their last fight and resolved himself to take more of the burden of the next fight on himself. [color=orange][i]Can't believe I spent most of that fight trying to take out one of those bastards,[/i][/color] he thought. [color=orange][i]I'm gonna do better next time. I have to.[/i][/color]

He pulled himself out of those thoughts and spat out the empty blood pack. He dropped his arms to his sides and asked his group, [color=orange]"So, anyone got any idea how much longer it'll be till we get there? I've been wanting to take a crack at the kitchen back home."[/color]