Silence was Vincent's companion and old friend, as much as the crack and stacatto beats of of gunfire. Focused, watching his unprotected flank and eyes taking careful note of how many he was facing. Trusting his unexpected ally to do the same, as they'd split the group.

A jump, turning in the air and firing, as one goblin lunged at him. Landing in a crouch, gun brought up to bear to his right. Trigger pulled, the crack of gunfire accompanied by the roar of a fire-spell. Distraction and damage in one, as Vincent moved. Followed by two more quick cracks in the air, and two more goblins down. Pulling back a bit, eyes wary, as he prepared to reload on the fly.