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Vincent, were he not placing so much attention on his opponent, would have completely turned to face Kristoff, nearly stopped cold by the tone in Kristoff's voice. A tone which tells him something is Horribly Wrong.

Unable to dodge in time, Vincent lets hismelf take the brunt of the attack, seemingly siphoning it towards himself. The cold-iron disperses some of it, but sends him hurtling. He bounces off the corner of a building like a ricocheting bullet, before regaining his bearing in mid-air.

"You, and everyone at the Baxter Building, are my family." He wipes his lip, bleeding slightly from taking the impact at a bad angle. "He is a responsibility due to circumstances of my blood."

Rushing in blindly is doing nothing beneficial, in any sense, so Vincent holds his next attack. He keeps the distance between himself and both Taliesin and his teammates. Far enough that it would take separate blasts to target them, but close enough to put himself in harm's way for their benefit if need be. A shield spell is ready, but not his next attack.