He did not really understand what was going on with the bikers for a moment as he looked over at them to see the sign change to those other words, the words that meant that it was not the thing that he once thought was a victim. This thing that had seemed like a victim was the oppressor. The grin on its rotted face made that more than obvious. That little glare that seemed to look at the biker so viciously before the man just broke out into that black flame that Vince had not seen before. It was a fire that he had no idea how to put out, but from the rate that it burned, it was much hotter than any fire he had battled.<br/><br/>The smouldering corpse of the recently living man was just lying there on the floor, smelling like burnt flesh. This smell was all that was left of the skin or muscle tissue that had been on his body when he was alive. White clean bones were all that was left. If the thing was this powerful then he had no idea what to do against it. But since he still had two other lives that he was going to have to save. He was not going to run. He was going to fight.<br/><br/>Vince knew better than to get close to it like the dead man had, but without ranged weapons, the best that he could do was to try to kill it within the range of his bat. He also of course expected the bikers to help him, it was not all that likely since they had lost a comrade but he hoped that the loss of the their brother in arms was going to inspire them to be all that more proactive in this battle against this creature of darkness.<br/><br/>Throwing himself into battle, he brought his bat above his head and then down as hard as he could onto the creature.