[Given Ranma's short stature, he wouldn't have weighed very much. Yet for a man as frail (untransformed, at least) as Vincent, the extra weight precariously balanced about his shoulders was... cumbersome. Cumbersome enough for him to temporarily lose his balance- just about recovering before an elbow meeting the crown of his head disorients him further.]
...!
[In usual circumstances, he'd have raised his left arm and the monsterous, wickedly spiked gauntlet strapped around it to toss him to the ground. But given his current attire- a threadbare, horribly ill-fitting uniform from the Royal Fortune and no armaments whatsoever- doing so would likely result in half of it detatching along with the teenager.
So, for lack of a better option...]
Get off.
[Another stumble. A half-turn, intended to accentuate his hissed demand.]
No need to apologize! I'm cackling, this is wonderful ♥
...!
[In usual circumstances, he'd have raised his left arm and the monsterous, wickedly spiked gauntlet strapped around it to toss him to the ground. But given his current attire- a threadbare, horribly ill-fitting uniform from the Royal Fortune and no armaments whatsoever- doing so would likely result in half of it detatching along with the teenager.
So, for lack of a better option...]
Get off.
[Another stumble. A half-turn, intended to accentuate his hissed demand.]