[Ought to govern over? There's something funny about those words, in a moment that's not really all that humorous at all. The beast form that his shadow has taken is one that exists in him, too, just as full of furor, just as animalistic. Maybe he has control of it to a certain extent, but once it's out and taken over, only the opposite is true.
And for some reason, that irony amuses him in a bitter sort of way, if only briefly.
Thankfully, her little game of tug of war is starting to lean in her favor. The shadow loses ground, and the darkness recedes from Vincent as Barghest manages to pull him away from its grasp. The tension pulls until there's tension no longer; like a rubber band suddenly snapping, all the momentum belongs to her, and Vincent goes careening sideways straight into her armor.
The shadow flattens out, slides along the ground, and... becomes Vincent's normal-ass shadow proper.]
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And for some reason, that irony amuses him in a bitter sort of way, if only briefly.
Thankfully, her little game of tug of war is starting to lean in her favor. The shadow loses ground, and the darkness recedes from Vincent as Barghest manages to pull him away from its grasp. The tension pulls until there's tension no longer; like a rubber band suddenly snapping, all the momentum belongs to her, and Vincent goes careening sideways straight into her armor.
The shadow flattens out, slides along the ground, and... becomes Vincent's normal-ass shadow proper.]