Vincent: Shit's real now, ain't it? This piece's gonna roar.
Hell yeah! Let's chew 'em up and spit 'em out!
steps forward, raising the Tommy gun Brace yourself, mhandkerchief. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
opens fire, unloading a hail of bullets towards the source of the footsteps Bam! Bam! Bam! Eat that, you sorry excuse for a shadow!
grinning devilishly, adrenaline pumping through his veins That's right! We're the fucking storm that sweeps through the darkness! continues firing, chasing after the enemy Come on, you bastards! Show me what you got!
grabs a nearby crate and uses it as a makeshift shield Take cover, mhandkerchief! We don't wanna be sitting ducks in a shooting gallery!
quickly scans the area for any more threats Alright, we've bought ourselves some time, but we can't let our guard down just yet.
spots an abandoned car nearby Hold up, mhandkerchief. I got a plan. rushes towards the car and opens the trunk, pulling out a crate filled with sticks
grinning mischievously It's our ticket to turning the tables on these motherfuckers. We're gonna make our own damn luck, mhandkerchief!
Hell yeah! Let's turn their world upside down!
stands up, gripping the crate of sticks tightly Alright, listen up, mhandkerchief.
We're gonna set up a little trap. quickly breaks one of the sticks in half and sticks it into the ground, creating a makeshift tripwire
ties the other end of the tripwire to a nearby tree There we go. Now we just gotta wait for those fuckers to take the bait.