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Vincent's heavily pierced ears twitched at the sound of a hammer pulling behind him and just barely turned his head so he could out of the corner of his eyes. Yuna stood, gun pointed in his direction for a moment, but then she lowered it, as if there were no threat whatsoever.

But, why?

Then he saw her lips move and followed their unheard words. "Riku", stood out and then he realized who the man was. How stupid, of course he recognized him now. He looked rather different, but then again it had been a month and some weeks since he had been in any of the true gatherings. So much had happened, so much had changed, he found it difficult to care and many of his fellow Depictioners looked alike to him. He typically just asked to see their mark.

His eyes narrowed when he noted that Jeremy had moved, and what was worse, he held something far more deadly in his hands than a gun. He had a phone...
Vincent knew all too well what could be being brought down on them right now, but before he could voice it, Riku's voice drifted through his ears.
He looked back at the man, a saddened look on his face that begged forgiveness as he lowered his heavy pistol. He did not, however, put it away. No, he knew this was a bad moment to let his guard down.

He took a few quick steps towards Abi and Riku before turning to face Yuna and Jeremy.
Something was going down now, he knew they were in trouble. His instincts had always served him well, and they screamed, "Trouble", at the moment, they roared at him to flee as this was going to be tough, and he couldn't fight if he were dead. But he would not run, he had at least two people here to defend. He had to correct his error with Riku, and keep Abi from harm. She was so small and innocent compared to the rest of them, in his eyes at least, and he would not allow so much as a scratch upon her flesh.

"Do not speak to me like I'm a child again Domino... My apologies for the gun, It's been too long and I did not recognize you.", he whispered harshly to the man as he squared himself, checking down both sides of the corner before leveling his eyes upon Jeremy, his only true enemy here.

The gun in his hand cried for blood, and his fists pleaded for combat, and he was sure it would soon be upon him.

"Abi!", he said in his harsh voice, all but the barest hint of kindness having bled from it long ago. "Shit is about to get real fuckin' hairy in a few moments...stay behind me like I said and shout for me if anyone touches you...if things get too hairy, pick left or right and start running, I'll be on your heels. ...Same goes for you Dom."