The rockets on Vincent ignited, launching him backwards across the ground. One-handed, he fired rounds from the M60, weaving around the barrage of fists. The executioner felt his whole body lurch as he was assaulted by several G's of force from different directions. Thankfully, his body could withstand that level of strain.

Something was getting nearer. Was it civilians? No, he decided. Anyone without a death wish would be running. Even if it was a human, the best route would be to eliminate this monster quickly.
It was humanoid, so if he was lucky, it had tendons. Vincent drew the gargantuan sword mounted on his shoulder, and shot forward. One rocket powered slash would be more than enough to cleave into the back of the thing's ankle, covered in flame or no.