[ Other good news; Vincent has superb reflexes and adjusts accordingly so he isn't suddenly pelted with gunfire. He might not look like it, but he's armored a fair bit. But that doesn't mean it'll deflect everything. Like some of his other equipment, it seems to be performing less than stellar right now.
There's no reproach. Vincent continues to direct his own shots until everything is silent. Well... not until the young woman drops the gun summarily to the ground. That earned her a mild look. Really, Faith? ]
None taken. [ There's a dry tone that suggests he's used to hearing the word. Well, 'vampire'. Vamps is... slang, he supposes. ] I only look the part.
[ ...That will be words he has to swallow in the coming months as the transformations take hold. ]
Injuries?
[ As he speaks, once he's ascertained they have a moment, he crouches down and picks up the gun in his left hand. While it's covered with a nasty looking piece of armor- metal claws extended beyond the gloved hand- he handles it dexterously. Safety first, then after holstering his own weapon, several deft motions to check the remaining ammo if there's any. ]
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There's no reproach. Vincent continues to direct his own shots until everything is silent. Well... not until the young woman drops the gun summarily to the ground. That earned her a mild look. Really, Faith? ]
None taken. [ There's a dry tone that suggests he's used to hearing the word. Well, 'vampire'. Vamps is... slang, he supposes. ] I only look the part.
[ ...That will be words he has to swallow in the coming months as the transformations take hold. ]
Injuries?
[ As he speaks, once he's ascertained they have a moment, he crouches down and picks up the gun in his left hand. While it's covered with a nasty looking piece of armor- metal claws extended beyond the gloved hand- he handles it dexterously. Safety first, then after holstering his own weapon, several deft motions to check the remaining ammo if there's any. ]