[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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[color=orange][i]On your left. Duck. Jump. Pay attention, dumbass, that almost took your ear off![/i][/color] Vincent thought as he rushed toward the long range infernal. While his reflexes may not be as honed as some other AB types, they were enough to enable him to dodge most of the infernal's blasts, if only barely. He had taken another grazing shot to his left thigh in the time since he left Desmond and Lysandra, which tore a hole in his pants and coat, but he was durable, if nothing else. He figured the smart thing would be to find cover, but he couldn't stomach the thought of turtling up behind a car or pavement, waiting for someone else to do the job. Besides, if he did hole up behind some cover, it would be all too easy for thralls to close in on him. Vincent knew he was tough, but if he let himself get trapped, then that would be another memory gone.

His thoughts were interrupted as a thrall suddenly jumped at him from a gap in a nearby pile of rubble to his left. Vincent skidded to a stop and grinned as he caught the thrall in midair by the head. [color=orange]"Perfect! I needed a shield!"[/color] he exclaimed as he forced the thrall to drop its weapon by breaking its arm with his free hand before he resumed his charge. The thrall clawed at Vincent's forearm with it's good hand as it howled in pain with each impact from the infernal's crimson energy blasts, but it couldn't get through the thick fabric of Vincent's coat. The shots became more frequent, as if the infernal had started to panic when it realized that Vincent wasn't going to stop, which lead to its blasts becoming less accurate.

When his shield stopped thrashing and began to disintegrate, Vincent came to a sliding stop once more. [color=orange]"This is close enough,"[/color] he muttered before he threw the thrall at the infernal. Seeing the improvised projectile hurtle toward it, the infernal jumped to the side and the remains of the thrall crashed through the wall behind it. When it turned back toward Vincent, it saw nothing but empty space where he had been standing, then turned its gaze upward when it heard the sound of fabric fluttering in the wind. Vincent had leapt into the air immediately after he threw the thrall and, like a meteor bearing down toward the earth, he now hurtled toward the infernal. [color=orange]"Gotcha now, you bastard!"[/color] he shouted, grinning wildly.

Then the infernal threw another blast. Time seemed to slow down for Vincent when he realized the situation he was in. Stuck in the air, he couldn't dodge out of the way of the blast that was destined for his face. The shot wouldn't kill him, but he knew it would stun him long enough for the infernal to finish him off with the short sword in its other hand. If it had been almost anyone else, they probably would have thought that was the end and resigned themselves to their fate. Not Vincent. Driven by instinct, the most potent tool in his possession, Vincent swept his left arm through the air. He felt the bones in his forearm shatter on impact with the crimson bolt of energy, but he ignored the pain and deflected the blast to the left, where it harmlessly collided with a chunk of concrete.

Before the infernal could get another shot off, Vincent landed next to it with a crash. The infernal raised its weapon, preparing to stab with its sword, but Vincent was faster. He turned and slammed the back of his hand into the side of the creature's head. The infernal landed several feet away and tried to get up, but Vincent landed on top of it. His knee caved the monster's chest in and his foot came down on the elbow of the arm it was using to hold onto its weapon. The creature wheezed in pain, unable to howl properly due to its chest having suddenly become concave. Vincent raised his good arm and simply said, [color=orange]"Shut up."[/color]

The ground shuddered slightly as his fist came down. Blood and viscera was all that remained of the infernal's head as the rest of it began to disappear. Vincent rose to his feet with a sigh and lifted his left arm to check the damage. The sleeve of his coat was missing up to his elbow and, though his forearm was covered in his own blood, he didn't see any bone poking through his skin. [color=orange][i]Well, at least there's that. Should heal up fairly quickly,[/i][/color] he thought as as he let his arm drop to his side. He turned back toward his comrades and waved at them. [color=orange]"Gunner's down!"[/color] he shouted, grinning despite the damage he took.