Yeah, this girl wasn't the cute type that picked flowers on an open meadow. Typical that poor old Vincent would get stuck against such a gal...
He decided against attempting to go for a direct kill, as he didn't feel like dealing with the consequences of such an action. There was also the part that wondered if he even could kill such an enraged beast if he tried to right now. He was looking forward to a nice, long nap, and then THIS happens...
"Life's just not fair." he muttered to himself, and weaved out of the way of the cutlass attack just in time, a strand of his hair being cut from how close he was calling that shot.
He took his left hand out of his pocket and reached into his inner right breast coat pocket, pulling out what appeared to be a flask, very boldly labeled "WINE" in capital letters. "Can't we just put an end to this? What say you, miss? Friends?"
He took a long drink from the bottle, and it clearly wasn't water seeing how it was blood red in color. He then made a gesture as if offering her to come take a drink.
This is when he quickly removes his right hand from his pocket, revealing what appears to be two knives fit for throwing. Without another moment's notice, he uses them as anyone would, and throws them, flying straight for the woman. One was aiming towards her face, and the other towards her chest, and were approaching at an alarming pace.