"Kristoff!!" Vincent yells. He didn't want his brother to protect him. He'd brought enough harm on his family already. He glares venomously at Taliesin. "THAT. Was. A mistake." His mind has already rashly broken the situation down as to have been baiting Kristoff to rush in as he did.
He flies forward at high velocity, grappling with Taliesin and heading skyward. This is a true fight now, between dangerously powerful magic forces, and he won't let anywhere near street level, or even the rooftops, be the place for it.
"Don't underestimate me. I had every reason to believe your armor would protect you from permanent harm, even if I could still only conjecture about your physicality.. which I now see that feral magic is more than just your weapon. It's in your blood, isn't it?"
And the problems fey blood faces are well documented.
A voice speaks to Kristoff's mind directly. A minor illusion spell.
Can you keep him contained for twenty eight seconds? Away from any other buildings. I have need of something from the Baxter Building, but it will take me that much time.
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