"!" Vincent saw a number of heavy shells fly in front of him; the sword slicing cleanly through the receiver of his rifle. What followed was a swift kick, knocking him into a wall. Between that and his adrenaline rush, he had no time to consider the small girl who'd suddenly appeared.

Just as he peeled himself out of the wall, a pair of swords rocketed towards him.

The stench of burning flesh filled the air.

Vincent was no ordinary man. A thick layer of ultra-dense muscle tissue wrapped his body. His ribcage had no gaps. The swords had lodged a mere few inches in his chest. He wrapped his fingers around the red-hot blade, burning them as well, and pried the weapons out, letting them fall to the ground. He drew the claymore adorning his back, looked at it, and tossed it onto the swords as well. The executioner stretched his neck.

A shooting star came from the sky, crashing into one of the assassins, then dragging itself along the ground, ramming into the wall next to Vincent where it stopped. A panel opened, and Vincent drew his next weapon. This particular weapon was a brutish thing, a sword longer, thicker, and heavier than anything meant for human use. The blackened blade was nearly as long as Vincent, with a blade thick and wide. It looked plain, save for a white symbol adorning the ricasso.
Vincent shouldered the eight hundred pound blade, muttering to himself, "Executioner's Anti-Freak Sword: Guillotine."

"You're really starting to piss me off." he said from behind his mask. This youkai knew things it shouldn't, knew about his sister and who he was. He'd have to be an inquisitor as much as an executioner at this rate.
With a sudden forward leap, he grabbed the sword and with surprising speed, unleashed a powerful blow. Vincent's extreme level of strength let him swing the weapon as fast as any other sword, and its sheer weight meant that every blow would cleave its target in half.
With this in mind, Vincent began to rain a merciless flurry of blows on the two remaining assassins, aiming to mutilate them alive. There would be no time to launch fireballs at random civilians.
Of course, only one would receive killing blows. For the leader, Vincent deigned to strike only at the arms and legs. He couldn't shut him up just yet.