While their build was not so incredibly different, Gilbert was clearly the stronger. As soon as he moved in resistance, Vincent winced. His thrashing had freed him and pushed Vincent back, all of this happening in a matter of second, Vincent was not prepared at all. It was only his fighting instinct and mental coordination that stopped him from attempting to break his fall with his hands. Something like that could have ended breaking his wrist if he had landed on it wrong.

He was rather defenseless, sprawled out on the floor, looking up just in time to see Gil aiming his guns straight at him. Eyes wide, he was struck speechless for a moment. His thoughts were too scrambled in the moment, to make a proper response. His expression was shocked. But despite that, there was not an ounce of fear in his eyes.