Auron was noting the same things that Vincent was, about working with a group, and tactics.

Another crack of gun-shot, Vincent taking even more careful aim each time, and another goblin down on his end. Blood splattering and blooming across the chest and shoulder of the fallen thief. Vincent moved up to stand where Auron had been before starting his rush, eyes narrowed. Gun moving up, steady in his arm and in a clear threat. Especially as there was another crack that split the air. Another goblin, from those who hadn't started to turn and run, down and bleeding and dead.