Vincent stood upright, placing his hands on his hips and throwing his head back as he cackled imperiously. "Behold! My almighty invocations never miss their target!"
He strutted across the clearing, slapping a palm down on the encased creature as he still cackled. "Didst thou see? My expert crafting and aim?"
The spot his hand had struck began to glow, and a cracking and rending sound could be heard from within the encasement.
"...eh?" He looked at his palm, comprehension dawning, and the color drained from his face.
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