Vincent glanced between the knife and the other as he ran off, an odd look on his face. It looked like.. a normal bronze knife? Perhaps the slight glow it gave was odd, but that could easily just be from the sun, right?.. Well, he honestly didn't have time to think. His arm was about to stop working correctly at any second and that toad didn't seem to be phased in the slightest. Maybe a little pissed and with a bad taste in her mouth.. but it didn't seem as if he had done too much. There was no time to argue about it, it was a weapon, he was without one, and that thing was limping its ass right back at him.
Red glowing eyes and snarling and hissing certainly weren't giving this thing any more perks in the beauty department. Well.. his arm was dying anyway, and he could probably repair it. However.. loosing a source of fuel wouldn't do him too much good, it was probably almost like some guy bleeding out, but not bleeding out just enough to where they die, but just enough to where they couldn't do much of anything if that made sense.
With a sigh, the android did the only thing he deemed was fitting to do. He insulted the already pissed off toad.
"Oh, my dear, what the bite you have! I've seen toothless infants with a better pair of chompers than you!"
He certainly hoped it would work, and by the hissing, maybe he did. Or maybe it was some weird chuckle. He didn't speak toad.
Vincent didn't do much moving, only bracing himself against the toad's attack before slamming his nearly dead arm right back into its oily mouth. He could have sworn something broke in there, but maybe it was just him.
"Au revoir, Kermit la grenouille!" And with that, the android aimed for the best part he could on the thing. The neck. However.. he thought that once stabbing someone in the neck that'd sputter and flail. No, not this time. They turned to friggin' dust.
He doubted it was likely a robot, android, or whatever could hallucinate.. maybe it was some odd machine? It couldn't have been real.. maybe it was a glitch in his programming? Perhaps it had been a really strong wild dog. Yeah, just that. A really vicious wild dog.
Vincent let his arm dangle at his side, not really being able to support it up now that it was practically broken as he marched himself back towards the observatory, still holding that bronze knife. The kid didn't seem to go inside the building.. well, he wouldn't have either, really, so he wouldn't get irritated at that. So much for secrecy. So much for saying, "Hello there, fellow human! Allow me to partake in the daily lives of organic mammals!"
"..At least you're not a stain in the sand, my friend, but I believe my shirt isn't ever going to look white again."
