Vince was a fireman, he was trained in the art of detecting where something was even if it was faint, for there had been several times in fires where he needed to hear the voice of a small child with the roar of flames all around them. So when he heard that voice, his head looked over in the direction of the darkness. His foot kicked down the kick stand on the bike, and he moved to stand in the path of Lorraine. If anyone was going to get out of here then it would be her for he was not going to let her get attacked by the darkness. He was going to defend her.<br/><br/>"You can ask the lady your questions as I send you on a quick trip to hell!" Vince was not the type to fraternize with the enemy, he was more the type to put it down as fast as he could in order to do his best to defend others. In his eyes, the longer the enemy was still standing the more of a threat that they were to the ones that you love and care for. And he was not going to allow those he cared for to be threatened in such a way.<br/><br/>He put up his fists, he was going to take this thing out for Lorraine. And it was this conviction for her protection that allowed him to see exactly where the bastard was. In a quick motion, Vince grabbed a large piece of broken glass from the street, he was going to cut Greg up it that is what it took. He had no real chance of being cut by the glass since he was still wearing his complete fire gear. This included very resilient, resistant to glass, fire gloves. Vince was standing as a wall before her. He was making steps closer to Greg with the glass shard in hand that he was going to use like a knife. Once he was within range he was going to strike, there was no doubt about that.