Vincent curled up his face, then looked at his palm. "I had written the runes of the spell upon my flesh so as not to forget them, and I fear I didst scratch myself in the doing so. It became a blood spell."
He huffed, annoyed with himself. "The spell was fine at first... I conjured spider silk from afar, and trapped the beast. Then I struck it with my other palm... and more was conjured about it."
His gaze flitted about nervously. "The spell... 'twas not meant to work in such a manner."
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