Vincent had met, and was still slightly more focused on the other's comments about this 'force galactic'. It sounded like trouble to him, and he wasn't sure yet about his erstwhile ally at the moment. Any questions though would have to wait, as they were indeed regrouping and the pack would have to be taken care of first.

Calmly, Vincent raised his gun and took careful aim. Waiting, eyes focused as he tracked just behind the first goblin in the center of the pack, gauging. Closer, and then Crack!

The gunshot rang out, with a faint-echoing after crack of Thunder. Striking the close-pair of goblins in the center of the pack. The smell of Ozone and burnt flesh wafted in the air.