And like that, the whole conflict had ended in a blink of an eye; short, sweet and efficient ran through Vincent's brain, as his eyes were still gazing down the telescopic sight attached onto his bolt rifle. They were mere venomflies... bloody poisonous insects that reside in this swamp and have a knack at annoying people; they weren't dragons, trolls, ogres or daemons; no. they were insects. And even if the group did very well with this simple, instinctual ambush organized by hive minded stingy oversized flies, there was much room for improvement. Team work is crucial if they were to do any job at all, they couldn't be divided... just like in that stupid slogan the Heroes of Avalon have, "Divided we fail, united we prevail" or something like that.
It took Vincent a matter of time to finally raise his view from the scope and evaluate the resolution of this quick confrontation. He himself did good, but he still had to work on his evasion techniques... he was an engineer, not a ballerina after all. He didn't realize that he instantly went crouching, resting on his right knee and left foot; he didn't have too much stability in these unstable grounds, not to mention, that he was quick to shoot that venomfly down. He didn't kill him, but at least the wolf incapacitated that creepy fucker by shooting off it's wings, leaving the mage to finish it off. Vincent looked around quickly to spot any other pests, but luckily, it seems that there weren't any left to surprise them. They were indeed a huge annoyance due to their poisonous sting, otherwise, people wouldn't be o afraid of oversized bugs... no? That's what Vincent believed, none the less. He stands up and sighs in order to relax his muscles and checks his rifle; he pulls the bolt to uncover the empty chamber, which he loads with another round from his belt... so that his rifle will be ready for another incognito conflict. That's when Brandon makes the un-necesary comment about them being greenhorns which makes the wolf snort and retort:
"Says the one who scratched his ass hole."
He rolls his eyes in exasperation and keeps the rifle in his hands, for any eventuality. And as quick as they start to trek again, they stop once more, Vincent grappling to his rifle intensely as Brandon pointed to a certain something in the distance, amongst the tree-lines; his second reaction was to comment to Brandon, stating:
"We don't have time to collect salamanders or any other critters."
"Hmmm...Don't think it's a critter...I think it's a person. Let's go check it out."
The wolf, with as little enthusiasm as possible, followed the group, to discovered a worn out scout which looked as if he took a nice beating... from an angry mountain. And judging by the man's description, it sure sounded like that; once he was set off, Vincent remembered it was supposed to be his task... but hell, he'll take care of the other two teammates, if their remains are still... physical. But as they venture deeper, Vincent receives another cold, weird slap on his face from the salamander he unwillingly adopted; the wolf looks down at it in exasperation, meeting it's beady, sparkling black eyes imitating onyx. They were trying to communicate something... something dangerous... a warning perhaps?
Vincent's ears perk quickly as his body freezes in place, quickly and almost painfully becoming alert of his surroundings. What did he notice this time? Hopefully another scout, rather than another pack of venomflies; but as the towering shape unfolds it's identity, the wolf really hoped they would have faced another pack of venomflies rather than that. He utters under his shocked breath in tandem with Arianna:
If lucky enough, the utterly ugly monster would wander off to do it's trollish endeavors, like, grieving a local lizardmen camp for his stupid, primordial amusement. Vincent didn't have to read Brandon's mind or the look on his face to know that it's best they wait there until the beast would be at a safe distance from them; to his disgust, and to the other's shock, the troll was playing with the scouts in it's hands as if they were his rag dolls. His impulses to do something about the situation are inhibited by his rational mind, which yelled "NO." into his wolfish ears. Those men were as good as dead even if they are freed from the hands of that beast, but it seems, others prefer to act on instinct rather than taking the most intelligent and sensible option: Feng charged full speed ahead like a mindless boulder to the troll, making as much noise as possible. As Brandon yelled at him, Vincent smashes his head in frustration against the tree bark, taking angry glances at Brandon. As the senior hero prepared his weapons, Vincent uttered under his breath audible for the rest of the junior heroes:
"Feng paid the price... but THIS numbskull just gave away our damned position!"
Vincent could only watched the horrific death of the orc, smashed and thrown about as if it was an old, inanimate teddy bear; he was sure he saw an arm tear off and fly away over the panoply. He was dead. Most surely he bit the dust and paid the price for taking a rushed decision based on primordial orcish instincts; Vincent turned his head towards Jethro as the dwarf yelled:
“If we all make it out of this alive I’m going to kill you myself.”
Vincent puffed with anger and replied: "Good luck at that, he's deader than Merlin!"
Vincent didn't leave the safety of his position, watching as Reeves attempted to attack the beast's eyes, as Brandon indicated. The same thing attempted Jethro with his axe; forcing a bullet between the fireballs and the axes would prove useless right now, not to mention, potentially dangerous for the senior hero, who was having the fun of his life on the troll's back. Vincent grips tight onto his rifle and lets his mind fall into a session of deep thinking...
((Depending on how the situation will unfold, Vincent will attempt to either shoot a very well aimed shot at the troll's left eye, hoping that the bullet will stop into it's thick skull and leave Brandon untouched by the bullet. If Jethro and/or Reeves are successful, Vincent will attempt to imbalance the troll by shooting the knee or the ankle. If this situation will occur, he will "order" Arianna, Xilan or Raysh to attempt to create a small ditch into the swamp floor using magic; the ankle/knee damage combined with the ditch should have the troll trip and topple on it's belly, if it is all successful.))