"Is there truth that they should be worried about that?" Vincent asked, deftly side-stepping a Goblin's attack. A pivot, and a not-quite point blank shot, and the creature skittered backwards, clutching it's chest and shoulder.

With the secondary 'shot' from his companion, it seemed now the goblins were getting the idea that he was NOT easy prey. Chattering amongst themselves, but eyeing their opponents warily. Vincent wasn't taking his eyes off of them either.