Vincent hisses as he goes reeling with two blackening eyes, vision blurring. His back collides with the force-field, allowing him to get his bearings again. He brings his palms in front of him, conjuring, before slamming them to the ground. Shards of ice tear along the ground towards the axe wielder, erupting up at him as he returns to ground.
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