[center][h2][color=A52A2A]Vincent Cawler[/color][/h2][/center]

Having left Nick and Dakota to fend for themselves against the literal monster, Vincent was safe from Shadow Dakota's rage-fueled assault. Any possible guilt over the decision was squashed as, well, Vincent had already been on the end of a supernaturally savage beating, a fact that was steadily returning to the front of his mind as the natural surge of adrenaline started to peter out. Dull pain bubbled up all over his body, the welts over his face being the first to get particularly sensitive.

Whatever. Vincent wasn't gonna let his injuries get the best of him now.

He burst out from behind the curtains just as Dakota pulled his mic stand out of the monster's eye, the perfect time to almost get immediately sideswiped by one of its giant wings swinging at Dakota. Vincent barely managed to dodge it, stumbling backwards and near falling on his ass. The gust of wind it produced also swept him off balance, it was all he could do to stay upright. Steeling his nerves and tensing his body, Vincent looked to the club's ceiling. An array of lights hung from the rafters, perfectly normal to what you'd expect to find on a stage like this one. Keeping his eye steady on a long bard of bright white lights across the stage, Vincent fed a bit of the cord into his hand. He swung it back and forth, back and forth, the microphone dangling just below his waist...

Then, he threw it up, flinging it like a rock in a sling! The microphone soared, only just clearing the lights. The cord caught against the bar, and the mic dropped, swinging down towards the stage once more. It might not've been any fancy grappling-hook-styled catch, but the cord was looped right where it needed to be.

Vincent, trying to catch Dakota's eye without making noise that'd attract his monstrous double, jerked his head back towards himself. The thing needed to be in the right spot for this to work, after all. Taking the cord in both hands, Vincent fell a bit further back on the stage, proceeding to pull hard on the lights. The track they were hooked onto creaked and whined from the strain of Vincent's weight, luckily masked by the violent movements of Shadow Dakota. With Vincent's strength, it would probably come clean off with a good few tugs...