Vincent nods though sits with Dante, letting him lean on him for support. "Then I shall check." Just as he opens his mind he flinches as he holds his head, the sudden cry and the more voices he could hear without warning, calling out for Ana before he suddenly felt rage. Pure, raw rage. Vincent's nose starting to bleed by the sudden assault on his mind.

Damien suddenly turned to the sound and it's direction. A Feral growl from his throat as looks at the assailant with the smell of gun powder. His prey in sight, a howl of the hunt sounded as well as the pain of his pack hurt and wounded. He moved like a wild animal to protect his pack from further harm. His prey would not escape despite his own wound.