Vincent stood in one place as the action started, simply watching the events as they unfolded. The male watched Sal vanish from normal sight, his eyes watching moving back to the group of men that were quickly approaching the Chosen ones while he pondered an appropriate maneuver. For a moment Vincent felt that his allies would be more than enough to handle the poorly armed thugs, though he felt he should contribute in some way. Vincent would have his chance soon. The black mage watched as the invisible spy struck down two of the group's assailants, not even bothering to kill them when he could have easily done so in seconds. Vincent merely stood by the girl that they had been chasing, his eyes forward, focusing on the battle as it took place.<br/><br/>Vincent looked to his side when Lucy arrived, skidding to a stop next to him the female warrior was quick to develop an aura, the lust for blood surrounding her. For a moment Vincent seemed to draw on it, his look changing visibly, before he shook it off. The female stepped forward, presenting herself to the group of thieves. Vincent stared at the female for a moment before realizing what she was doing. Making a display the warrior drew one of the men out and close to her, and as the thug reached out to take a feel of the woman's hair she lunged, plunging her blade into his throat. Vincent's eyebrow raised, he wasn't quite expecting her to do that, though she was a warrior after all. The male focused his attention forward, smirking as the rest of the men turned and fled, dropping their crude weapons to the streets.<br/><br/>They didn't get very far...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"My turn" </span><br/><br/>The warlock straightened his body, opening his eyes as shadows darted across the ground to his feet. He had finally thought of a suitable effect to call for. Vincent murmured under his breath, speaking arcane words in a forgotten language as he rose his staff, bringing the end of it down on the ground he grinned as a small shock wave spread from his staff, speeding towards the two fleeing men, when it hit them, the stone at their feet would liquify, then harden. The result of course would be that the two fleeing men would plunge into the earth, sinking into the ground like it was quicksand, flailing and trying to keep afloat, the stone above them would only harden when they had submerged enough, sent to an early tomb. Vincent had no mercy for fools like them after all.<br/><br/>The warlock looked over at his comrades as his raven swooped in, perching itself on the gemstone on the head of Vincent's staff before looking at Vincent<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"Master..."</span>The Bird's voice was sharp, rhaspy and dark, only to be heard by it's chosen master and the woman with the horned one's gift. The bird looked at the last chosen, seemingly satisfied with the fact that she had found them instead of them having to find her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Well"</span>Vincent began<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Now that that is done with, I believe we have found who we are looking for, or she found us, shall we get going?" </span>His words darkened as he spoke, a small smile on his face.