Well, did you see that wicked claw glove he was wearing? Better believe Vincent had locked that around one of the framing strut supporting the canvas top. Just don't ask how he's managing to keep his balance in those strange shoes and only half kneeling on the top of the truck's cab.
The moment Vincent has gleaned an understanding of how the vehicle travels over the terrain is when he stands up. Sharp cracks of a magnum revolver target not the birds that are in pursuit, but carefully selected members of other flocks to turn their attention to the fleeing vehicle that's 'attacking' them. Grazing blows or perhaps even the occasional direct kill bring more into the growing swarm of predatory avian.
....Did that man dodge roll just now? Under a swooping dive, away from a spray of blade-like feathers and ice that thud into the top of the cab... well, yes. Better metal than flesh. He's fine; dangling like a monkey off the side of the canopy if Sephiroth were to look into the rear view mirror.
And that was the man's full weight springing into the air momentarily before coming back down. Efficient six shots, a reload, six more shots. A harpy kicked to the ground with a backflip kick.
...Maybe that's why he wears boots like that.
Vincent's upside-down features appear at the passenger door window suddenly. If it's unlocked he's going to open it and slide on in but if it isn't he'll tap on the glass like politely asking for the window to be rolled down.
....Either way, Vincent is going to take a moment's break in the cab of the truck if that's all the same to you. There will be cuts and scratches- he's not entirely unscathed and given the mass that's no surprise. But he's surprisingly well off.
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Just don't ask how he's managing to keep his balance in those strange shoes and only half kneeling on the top of the truck's cab.
The moment Vincent has gleaned an understanding of how the vehicle travels over the terrain is when he stands up. Sharp cracks of a magnum revolver target not the birds that are in pursuit, but carefully selected members of other flocks to turn their attention to the fleeing vehicle that's 'attacking' them. Grazing blows or perhaps even the occasional direct kill bring more into the growing swarm of predatory avian.
....Did that man dodge roll just now? Under a swooping dive, away from a spray of blade-like feathers and ice that thud into the top of the cab... well, yes. Better metal than flesh. He's fine; dangling like a monkey off the side of the canopy if Sephiroth were to look into the rear view mirror.
And that was the man's full weight springing into the air momentarily before coming back down. Efficient six shots, a reload, six more shots. A harpy kicked to the ground with a backflip kick.
...Maybe that's why he wears boots like that.
Vincent's upside-down features appear at the passenger door window suddenly. If it's unlocked he's going to open it and slide on in but if it isn't he'll tap on the glass like politely asking for the window to be rolled down.
Sir do you know you have a swarm of birds after you?
....Either way, Vincent is going to take a moment's break in the cab of the truck if that's all the same to you. There will be cuts and scratches- he's not entirely unscathed and given the mass that's no surprise. But he's surprisingly well off.
"....Think they're upset enough?"