"Sibling?" Vincent's teeth grit to nearly crack in his jaw. He didn't know just how these guys knew that, but their deaths wouldn't be painless. Even as they gave their speech, Vincent had already ordered a special arms.

With one motion, the man ripped up a large, flat piece of sidewalk, wielding it as a makeshift shield to defend against the fireballs by swatting them away in a circular motion. As the concrete quickly crumbled under the impact, he gave a leap away from the downwards stabs the enemy was attempting. Lastly, they were separated as a red hot star fell to earth, slamming between them. The drop pod opened and released a hiss of steam, before a small system ejected its payload into Vincent's hand: A heavy, six foot long rifle with a large, rectangular barrel and a prominent muzzle brake. The executioner slammed a hefty magazine into the gun and chambered a round in one swift motion.

"Executioner's Special 30mm Anti-Freak Battle Rifle: Firing Squad." he muttered to himself. The masked man leveled the gun to fire from the hip, and several squeezes of the trigger released just as many rounds, each sounding a crack of thunder.