Vlad frowned, both at the outer armour lying in the crater and at the net trying to lock his hand. He knew his brother's healing rate, there was no reason for him to still be lying there so...he must be somewhere else. Vlad lets he net lock one hand then brings down the other in a fist to smash the next once it hardens.
He looks around, knowing Dmitri was somewhere but still keeping the armour within his sight lest his brother try something with that.
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