Location: Kobra Base, Everglades, Florida
Interactions: Nymph
@dreamingflowers
Vincent stood in his carbon cloud, bullets plinking harmlessly off of his armor as he thought about his next move.
Alright, I earned some time to think, he thought as a bullet bounced off of his cheek. While he couldn't see them, and they were currently too far away for him to really do anything, Vincent could sense the men and their weapons outside of the cloud, able to pick out the denser concentration of carbon, as well as the steel in their weapons, amidst the background noise of the cloud. He could tell they were standing in a loose semicircle, having set up a crossfire without risking hitting each other, with the meta standing in the middle of them, their attention focused on the cloud.
What to do, what to do... he thought.
Slowly, a grimace grew on his face as another bullet whizzed by his ear.
"I hate this idea," he muttered, his voice drowned out by the gunfire,
"but I guess it's my only option, right now..."---
The men outside continued to fire on the cloud, reloading when they could. They had all seen how their bullets had no effect, so they hoped the gunfire would at least keep the young hero pinned until the cloud dispersed and the meta could finish him off. They were so focused on firing into the cloud that they didn't notice as it slowly encroached on them. Suddenly, one felt something wrap around his ankle before pulling him into the cloud, screaming as he dropped his gun. The same thing happened to the second, then the third. The fourth looked down just in time to see a jet black, disembodied hand clutch his ankle before pulling him in. The man screamed from inside the cloud before suddenly going silent.
The meta stood there, poised to counter Vincent the moment he saw him. He thought about dispersing the cloud with his power, but if was anything like smoke, he felt that it wouldn't have any effect. There was suddenly movement to his left as a humanoid figure leapt out of the cloud. Reacting quickly, he turned, focusing on the figure and hit it with as much force as he could. The figure fell to the ground...and shattered. It was only then that he realized that the figure was just a carbon doll and quickly turned.
He was too late. Vincent, clad in the carbon plates that let him close the distance so quickly, his fist encased in the steel he stole from the guns of the men he pulled into the cloud, was already in striking distance. He slammed his foot onto the ground, bracing himself as he put his whole body into the punch. He felt steel connect with the meta's face as crimson blood appeared from his broken nose, and followed through, forcing the man down to the ground with a crash. The man out cold, Vincent knelt down, pinning him with his knee as he encased the meta's hands in carbon and anchored them into the ground. Vincent spat at the ground and muttered,
"Should've killed me when you had the chance. I hate going the roundabout way."Standing up, he looked back toward Daphne and saw that the glowing green orb was still in play.
"Nymph, I'm coming to back you up." He took a moment to gather steel from the rest of the discarded weaponry around him, then launched himself toward the meta controlling the orb, ready to throw an armored punch.