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Zoie Hart
Location: Kobra Base, Everglades, Florida
Interactions: Nymph, Cora
“Team, you need to get out! This mission is a trap! I repeat, this mission is a trap!”
Vincent jumped as the sound of Kila's voice suddenly came over the radio. He was supposed to be back at their base, but he found himself hard-pressed to be upset. "Well, look who decided to show up!" he teased. "Good to hear your voice, man! We could use an extra pair of hands!"
He turned his attention back to the woman in front of him as she dispelled the bubble that held Cora while some soldiers wearing red armbands approached with a net. Seeing his chance, Vincent covered himself in steel, which took on sharp, angular, and aerodynamic shapes. In the gaps of his armor, where his skin could be seen, was jet black as he hardened his skin. "I'm going for it," he told Nymph. "I'll grab Cora and we can get out of here." Turning back toward the woman, he lowered his stance and narrowed his eyes as he glared at the meta in front of him, though his focus was locked on the rooftop behind her.
"Move."
However, before she could react, Vincent was on the move. As he approached, using his control over his armor to give him a huge boost in speed, he swung his arm in front of him, catching the meta on the side of her head with a backhand. As she fell to the ground, his wings sprung forth from his back and he took off toward the rooftop where Cora was. One of the soldiers noticed a shadow fall over himself and his comrades and looked up just in time to see the winged silhouette of Vincent bearing down on them. As he raised his sonic rifle, several feathers detached from Vincent's wings and morphed into long, steel rods before launching toward the men, forcing them to scatter. He landed next to Cora's unconscious body and wasted no time shredding the net with small blades, careful not to cut his friend.
Suddenly, Vincent staggered, nearly falling to his knees as a deafening sound enveloped him. He turned his attention to the man from before, training his sound gun on him. He closed his eyes and felt himself faltering, nearly falling to his knees. His armor and wings rippled, threatening to lose their shape as he felt his focus slipping. It was almost too much.
Almost.
Forcing his eyes open, he glared at the soldier, using every bit of his willpower before he succumbed to the weapon, he shot a feather toward him. The razor-sharp feather sliced into the emitter of the weapon, silencing it. Vincent chuckled as he slowly straightened up, still woozy from the effects of the sound gun. "Looks like...those aren't as good...as I thought..." The steel covering his body began to shift, gathering behind his shoulders with his wings as they changed shape. Before long, two extra pairs of arms stretched and flexed as he re-hardened his body. "Unless you've got a way of putting me down for good," he growled, "I'll make sure you won't take her or any of us."