[A stumble is good, but not good enough. Not for how violent this shadow feels, how much it wants to tear into an enemy just for the sake of it. No, she's too big for it to do any damage looking like this, but this shadow is a reflection of Vincent himself, and it has a few borrowed tricks up its figurative sleeves.
It hunches over, and its frame seems to grow... bigger. The contoured lines of its dark silhouette swell and bulge, almost like it were shifting form into something else. Two huge horns start to protrude from its head--
The sound of a gunshot. A bullet fires out, slamming through the shadow's head, and the form temporarily reels back. Vincent himself stands farther down the corridor, leaning most of his weight against the wall. Weakened, but certainly not weak enough to not have fired his weapon, its muzzle smoking.]
Over here.
[That's... his blasted shadow. He can try to deal with it.]
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It hunches over, and its frame seems to grow... bigger. The contoured lines of its dark silhouette swell and bulge, almost like it were shifting form into something else. Two huge horns start to protrude from its head--
The sound of a gunshot. A bullet fires out, slamming through the shadow's head, and the form temporarily reels back. Vincent himself stands farther down the corridor, leaning most of his weight against the wall. Weakened, but certainly not weak enough to not have fired his weapon, its muzzle smoking.]
Over here.
[That's... his blasted shadow. He can try to deal with it.]