"Waaaa~ so tired! P'ella is dying!"
Vincent floated across the dark sky; a few hours after fighting against the outer soldiers of Valestraz keep. His body filled with a silky shine from the small amount of sweat on his body; truly trying to fight with magic right now always felt like there was something that hampered him, stopped the anima-like blockage in a fat man's arteries.
The pain caused a slight pain whenever he abused his magic; or tried to fight for long periods while moving the anima through his body; a throbbing pain would be the first sign, then a burning ache in his chest and abdomen from the second, until his body became coated in a thick layer of sweat and his magic stopped working.
'This damn sweaty girl is rolling on my back!' He complained, feeling the wet feather's dripping with P'ella's sweat; she began to get excited, slaying the monsters with her magic, forcing Vincent to keep filling her up like a rechargeable oil torch.