[Otto doesn't take pleasure in this. He doesn't feel much of anything about it beyond determination. It's just something that he has to do. People need to be put in their rightful place, even more so when they get in his way. Despite that, his lips curl into a mean smirk as the gun drops to the floor. The black flashes go virtually unnoticed, as do Vigil's words.
But then he feels that invisible noose applying pressure to his throat- close to choking him. The claw holding Vigil snaps open again and his hands automatically shoot up to his throat, but there's nothing to grab hold of. No way to ease that dreadful feeling.]
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But then he feels that invisible noose applying pressure to his throat- close to choking him. The claw holding Vigil snaps open again and his hands automatically shoot up to his throat, but there's nothing to grab hold of. No way to ease that dreadful feeling.]