Creel, underestimating the girl's strength, and combined with his panic from impending suffocation, is caught off guard, tumbling head over heels. He begins turning blue, wobbling as he tries to stand up again.
Vincent keeps himself between Batroc and the mayor, as his shadow seems to twist and animate, looming into the air behind him, two stories tall.
"Monsieur Batroc, I believe I know your reputation well enough to fairly estimate your abilities. It would behoove you to withdraw." Vincent's eyes flash an eldritch green as his shadow distends further, long arms with clawed hands taking shape.
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