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“What… the hell… are you… looking at…?” 

As the catbus jerked to and fro throughout the air, performing amazing twists and turns and other aerial feats as it did, Vincent was thrown back and forth inside the terrifying ride, struggling to keep himself from banging his head against something and projecting all of the sweets he had eaten a short while ago back out again. He failed. He was vaguely aware of someone being shunted into sitting next to him, but he had yet to properly look at them, instead his eyes were screwed shut, hoping again and again for this monster truck derby reject to finally end its ride so he could have his two feet back onto solid ground again. 

You know what they say about being careful what you wish for. 

The catbus and its best attempts at mimicking a rollercoaster suddenly came to a thankful stop, but that wasn’t the only thing that stopped. [b]Everything[/b] about it came to a screeching halt whilst still in midair, and Vincent was granted only half a second to breathe before the bus started freefalling faster and faster to the ground below. 

[i]‘Going to die.’[/i] He thought. [i]‘I’m going to die! …fuck that!’[/i]

Without even realising it, his hand had snaked out and gripped Leila’s shoulder, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms, her face suddenly squishing against his bare chest. Whether or not he was protecting her or using her as some sort of ill thought out protection from the inevitable crash was impossible to say. 

Thankfully, the landing wasn’t too bad, and miraculously enough both of them came away unscathed without any injuries greater then a churning stomach. In the minute it took for Vincent to come to his senses, awakening and taking deep lungfuls of air, the catbus had came to a sliding finish against a tree, and everyone was safe. Leila, meanwhile, was still sandwiched in-between Vincent’s arm and chest, and he finally noticed her, his eyes glancing down with several blinks, as she looked up. A trickle of sick stuck to his chin from the thin river running down from the edge of his mouth. 

Vincent suddenly let go of Leila and propped her back to sitting normally on the chair next to her, suddenly returning to his stock glare. “What?” He asked. “Tch. Don’t wet your panties or anything. You’re safe. And you’re welcome.” Vincent laughed, easing himself to standing upright again and walking out of the bus. 

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[b]“OOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAHHHHH!!”[/b]

In the onset of the slime attack, Vincent was the first to charge forwards and fiercely move to attack the larger, master slime. He was a man of practical action, preferring to ignore the small fry and go for the big cheese himself. If a roar like that could propel the smaller slimes to attack them, then making it cry should naturally lead to them all bouncing home to their mother slimes and crying in their beds. 

His arm reared back, and the amulet that hung around its neck started to shine as the liquid inside sloshed about. He could feel it this time. Feel strength bubbling up within him, surging from his chest and through his right arm, centering finally on his fist. He could feel it build, and build, and build. Fuck yeah, this was power. And he was going to slam it straight in the slime’s face!!

Like a cannon, his fist shot forwards, and connected squarely against the slimes’ face (or whatever the most accurate descriptor for this could be when considering all of a slime tends to just be… face). The surface of its body rippled like the surface of a lake from the dropping of a stone, and for a brief moment, the King, or Queen, Slime, seem to freeze in the spot. A sly grin sketched itself upon Vincent’s face, before-

“…uh oh.”

He found his fist was trapped inside the gelatinous creature, and for his power and might he couldn’t pull himself free, with the slime’s body beginning to extend and snake itself around Vincent’s arm to further ensure he was trapped. And that wasn’t all, as the slime reared open its massive maw, eager to eat dinner…