[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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[color=orange]"A Tsar whata?!"[/color] Vincent yelled back, then felt the air tremble as the creature let out a roar. He felt a thrill of...something run through him. It wasn't fear or even excitement, exactly. No matter what the monster was, he wasn't about to back down from a fight...but he also understood that whatever could make that kind of noise wasn't something to be taken lightly. [color=orange][i]First thing's first, make sure the others are okay,[/i] he thought. [color=orange][i]Worry about whatever Lys mentioned after![/i][/color]

He took a deep breath in...then out. Red and orange energy enveloped his arms and shoulders, growing more vibrant with every passing moment. Based off of the crow's cry, he took his best guess and turned to face the wall of a nearby building. [color=orange]"Alright! I'll clear a path to the others!"[/color] He ran toward the wall and crossed his arms in front of his head. With a loud crash, he broke through the wall as if it were wet paper and continued to sprint forward, letting nothing stop him.

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The thrall dropped from the second story window, its eyes locked on the group ahead of it. It took a step forward, but stopped when it heard something crash behind it. When it turned, it had just enough time to register a closed fist hurtling toward its face before the thrall's world went black. Vincent stood over the dissolving remains of the thrall and let out a breath before he focused his attention on the other half of his comrades. He saw Dallas rush into a building and, assuming that they had things handled on their end, he turned his attention toward the sound of crumbling buildings. When he saw the mass of silvery flesh, he felt a strange mix of trepidation and excitement rush through his body. [color=orange]"Oh. So that's what's making all that racket."[/color]

As he walked toward it, he walked past a collapsed wall and took hold of a piece of a rebar that stuck out. He pulled it free, revealing a large chunk of concrete still attached to the end, and let the makeshift hammer rest on his shoulder. [color=orange]"I'm gonna go take out the Charred Wombat or whatever! You all can join me when you can, but don't get upset if I kill it before you get a chance!"[/color] With that, he brandished his improvised weapon in both hands and broke out into a sprint straight for the Tsar Bomba.