I stand there bewildered. I try to remember the face of the man before me, who apparently knows me. "Who did you say you were?" I ask. "Vincent Valentine. We met a while ago in the great war a while back." He explains to me. Night completely falls over the town, and we stand on either side of the dark street, Cloud's headless corpse still lying between us. "You served with me in the great war?" I ask, still trying to remember the face. "Yes, I served under you for a long time before I went rouge, like you apparently have." He says, looking over my new appeal. I keep thinking, trying to remember his face, and then I remember him as one of my lieutenants that left soon after the final battle. "Oh...I remember you now. What happened to you?" I ask, feeling a little more comfortable with this stranger. "Well, I did excatly what you did apparently. Just went rouge and started killing criminals." He explains. I nod. "So you're here doing the exact same thing I am?" I ask. He nods. I am about to ask another question to him, but I hear a loud shout and a whole garrison of guards comes running down the dark street at us, all holding their swords in hand. "You wanna take 'em?" Vincent asks. I smirk and pull my katana from its sheath. He pulls a triple barreled handgun from a holster on his back. He starts firing shots into the oncoming garrison, taking out many guards before they even come in range of my sword. One guard slashes down at me, and the tip of his blade becomes embedded in the ground. With a quick swipe I cut his arms off, leaving most of his arms still holding onto the hilt of his sword. He falls forward into the mud and tries to get up, blood flowing from the stumps where his arms used to be. I shash outwards, catching several guards across their chests. Blood flows from their wounds as they fall backwards. Vincent fires several more shots into the oncoming group of guards, slowly taking them down. I continue hacking through most of them, and they all keep falling with a big bloody slash across their guts or chests. I stab my blade through the final guard's gut, and Vincent fires off a shot into his face. Blood flows from the wound in his gut, and from his face as I pull my blade from him. I wipe the katana's blade clean on the fallen guard's leg and put it back into its sheath. "Still haven't lost the skill with the sword eh?" Vincent asks as he puts his gun back into its holster. He walks towards me. "Not at all." I say, looking at him. We stand in silence for a few minutes. "Have you heard of the monster Cervantes?" Vincent asks me. "I've heard rumours of what he does to people." I reply. "Well, before I saw you here, I was on my way to get that evil sonofabitch. There's no way I'd be able to take him by myself." Vincent says. I nod. "So you want me to come along and help?" I ask. He nods. "Well, I'm in. Killing those who do evil is my job." I say, a slight smile rising to my face. He smiles lightly as well. Then we were gone.