This was going badly and fast, and Vincent felt perhaps the best course was to get out of the line of fire. Scooping Terra up as she fell, careful of the claws on his gauntlet as his other hand kept Death Penalty out and ready. Crimson eyes flicked around, but found no convenient place for cover.

Inside, Chaos was screaming at him to be set free. To be let out and rend and tear. His demon wanted blood, and Vincent kept tight rein on himself as he dashed to the side.

There was no good cover, and he took several grazing hits. Nor was he unaware that a change was taking over the green-haired hostess of this memory. It made it harder to move, to get her out of the line of fire as well but he did his best. Gritting his teeth, breathing harsh, as he tried to keep his own inner demon at bay.