Albel glared daggers -- but thankfully for MarKus, only in metaphor. Vincent's presence would be enough to temper the man's, well, temper for now, though.

"Fine," Albel growled, clenching a tighter grip on his katana. "But the Arena bounty is ours."

Without another word, his blade slashed upward in a shining arc, bringing down the buel weakened by Vincent's bullet. That beast incapacitated, he left it for Fayt to finish while he charged for the second one.