The crimson one gritted his teeth as he realized that he had made a foolish mistake. He shouldn't have let go of his neck; that way, he would have kept an upper hand. However, his anger and madness caused him to lose all sense of reason, and now he couldn't help it. What's done is done; He couldn't change what had happened. Crying over spilled milk wasn't going to be of help to him either.
He raised his head, giving Vincent a deadly stare. Of course, he was angry because he had made a fool out of him. Vincent gave him a taunting smile in return.
"Good!" The crimson one said in a voice that would make one gulp in discomfort. His voice sounded like metal getting scratched against metal, sharp and penetrating. "You've thoroughly angered me."