[ Vincent has another clear and deranged thought as he runs.
If only he had taken Chu Wenshan up on training, he might not be struggling in the present. (Did he have enough time to increase his stamina and running speed from then to now? No. Does he still think it as he's struggling? Yes.)
His eyes roll about his head as he thinks that he might actually have to take him up on it. The very idea of getting hot and sweaty constantly and purposely irritates something deep inside of him. Betterment of oneself is one thing, but does anyone think of the cost?!
If he had it left in him, he might have let out some cry. However, he saves all of his energy to keep pushing himself forward. The sound of the monster is surprisingly the least of his concern. Anger and an iron-hot purpose keeps him motivated at this point.
You!
His green eyes shift to a darker color; he thinks that they might actually look black with how he feels. It's strange to feel the strain and pain running through his body as he's running. (Ha-ha, he's so funny!!!)
He does slip as he passes through the gates, however. Snow! What a concept!!!!! His thoughts shift to something along the lines about how the ground is coming up a little faster than what he'd like, before his shoulder collides into the stone. It knocks the air out of his lungs as he feels like - and certain he is - skidding across the ground. The knitwear, however, seems to help to act as a bit of a cushion, but that might be his exhausted, fury-fueled mind thinking so.
His entire side feels very wet as he lifts his hand up and slaps it on the ground. He can hear how loud his breathing is; he can hear the strain; he listens to the wheezing and pain coating every sound. He can feel his face twitching as he attempts to rise up from where he fell.
Vincent pauses to touch his face - thankfully, his glasses didn't fall off. However, they are misaligned and he has to adjust them.
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If only he had taken Chu Wenshan up on training, he might not be struggling in the present. (Did he have enough time to increase his stamina and running speed from then to now? No. Does he still think it as he's struggling? Yes.)
His eyes roll about his head as he thinks that he might actually have to take him up on it. The very idea of getting hot and sweaty constantly and purposely irritates something deep inside of him. Betterment of oneself is one thing, but does anyone think of the cost?!
If he had it left in him, he might have let out some cry. However, he saves all of his energy to keep pushing himself forward. The sound of the monster is surprisingly the least of his concern. Anger and an iron-hot purpose keeps him motivated at this point.
You!
His green eyes shift to a darker color; he thinks that they might actually look black with how he feels. It's strange to feel the strain and pain running through his body as he's running. (Ha-ha, he's so funny!!!)
He does slip as he passes through the gates, however. Snow! What a concept!!!!! His thoughts shift to something along the lines about how the ground is coming up a little faster than what he'd like, before his shoulder collides into the stone. It knocks the air out of his lungs as he feels like - and certain he is - skidding across the ground. The knitwear, however, seems to help to act as a bit of a cushion, but that might be his exhausted, fury-fueled mind thinking so.
His entire side feels very wet as he lifts his hand up and slaps it on the ground. He can hear how loud his breathing is; he can hear the strain; he listens to the wheezing and pain coating every sound. He can feel his face twitching as he attempts to rise up from where he fell.
Vincent pauses to touch his face - thankfully, his glasses didn't fall off. However, they are misaligned and he has to adjust them.
GIVE HIM A SECOND! HE'S GETTING UP!!! ]