"You wanna come over here and try yelling like that to my face?!" Vincent glared daggers at Sen as the druid causally strolled over and began chatting with the other members of Lemon Soul. Vincent was ignoring everyone else in the traditional sense. With lion's share of the boy's attention split evenly between the auras of those in the room and giving Sen the evil eye...
Extending his fist towards the other boy, Vincent's scowl turned into a vicious sneer as a small bow of crimson energy erupted into existence atop his wrist along with the crackling form a developing trick arrow.Though Vincent's eyes seemed to be glued to Sen, his senses were focused elsewhere whilst the boy reached out and drew back the arrow resting on his forearm arm.
"Trust me, I have no intention of working with you either, pal..." He growled over to Sen once he finally finished lining up his shot.
In that instant, Vincent suddenly spun on his heel. Turning towards towards Neru, he released his scattershot towards the man before willing it to erupt into a large wall of smaller projectiles. "Just sit tight, small fry. Your ass is next after this guy!" As he watched to see how Neru would deal with his attack, Vincent ripped the bow from his wrist and began molding it's traditional size.