Vampires to the left, screaming civilians to the right, time of the essence...
"Oh, Surt take it all.." Vincent hastily folds the page into a tiny square, clasping it between his hands as he simultaneously positions his hands for a fireball.
With the minor exception of not opening his hands to release the conjuration. Streams of light creep out from between his fingers as sweat forms across his brow. A fireball is attempting to expand time and again between his palms, and his Asgardian (even half) constitution is the only thing keeping it in check.
As he feels the paper turn to ash, finally, his grip gives anyway, and he's thrown some yards back as he finally opens his hands and releases the shockwave of the explosion.
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