Sandal grinned widely at Vincent's words. "That's right. You're only human after all. That's why you're gonna fight like humans. One shot, one kill. Only one life. No continues. Anything else?" Kiara took a few moments to ponder the situation. Honestly, she had nothing to lose. Both in the spiritual sense and the physical. Besides, Vincent was right. They'd just wind up here anyway.

With a sigh, Kiara looked at her newfound partner in crime. "Alright, fine. We can go demon hunting. As long as it gets us out of this sandbox. So how does this work Sandal? Do you just send us back like th-" A bullet pierced the girl's heart, and she fell backwards. Her eyes were unseeing and lifeless as Sandal reloaded the shotgun that had apparently materialized in his hands.

"Sorry about that," he said to Vincent. "If I told her how I'd do it, you can bet your ass she would have complained." Chuckling, he aimed the the gun at Vincent. "And remember, don't screw up. Got it?" His fingers squeezed the trigger, sending the other traveler flying as well.

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Kiara blinked awake and bolted upright. "What the hell was that for?!?" She looked to her side to see that Vincent was here too. Wherever here was. Turns out they were in the exact same tavern as before. Only thing was that it was pitch dark outside and empty. Turned out everyone had gone home. Still believing they were demons, no one dared or bothered to move their corpses. Happy days indeed.

Rubbing her head, trying to get adjusted back to the living world, Kiara stood up and looked at Vincent. "Next time I see that damn cowboy, I'm gonna wring his neck," she vowed. Somewhere far away, that same cowboy was laughing his inhuman ass off.