Vincent would keep his eye out, but for the moment the other was definitely an ally. He'd clearly noted the same things the gunslinger had, as he moved back to give himself some more distance. Gauging, watching, before turning slightly. Drawing the front rows further away from the swordsman before he took aim once more.

The crack of gunfire sounding in the air, hitting flesh and targets. Vincent would analyze and be annoyed later that it hadn't seemed as easy as he was used to. It was still enough, for now.