Vincent would've been stupid to not notice someone else arriving. They were an unknown quantity; ally or enemy. His attention remained focused primarily on the goblins before him, and if they wouldn't scare, then he would have to be serious. He couldn't afford to waste the ammo, especially without his normal abilities.

It was annoying, but he'd been a skilled marksman before and there was no gap in his memories of how to do this. A pivot and side-step, targeting as he moved, red cloak fluttering slightly. Careful aim, and waiting almost too long before there was the crack of a gunshot. One goblin down, crumpling to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.