Vincent positively sneers as the bird alights. He gently nudges his way ahead of the girls, murmuring the incantations as he smiles to them.
"Strands of silk finer than the hands of man doth weave, older than fire or clubs, seize the beast, as this sorcerer commands you!" Webbing poured out of Vincent's hand, flying through the air to encapture the beast. It nearly took flight again, before being completely encased.
It fell from the branch to the ground with a dull thud, rolling about as the beast struggled within. Then, it fell still.
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