Kiara plunged Volunta into the ground to use as a base. Vincent and his "plan" had succeeded in clearing the demons out. . .for now. Right now, they had to hold on themselves. Kiara looked up at the massive structure. Just how much water was in the damn thing? Apparently enough to cause a small flood. Reaching over to her side, she took Vincent's other hand and held for dear life. It didn't take too long for the water to clear out. Guess it was a good plan after all. The remaining demons who weren't flushed away began hissing at them, then turned tail, fading back into a large gray cloud.

Thoroughly soaked, Kiara got up and began attempting to dry her coat off. "That's odd. Do you think they hate water or something? Or do they just think it's holy water?" She looked up at the fountain again, this time expecting Sandal to appear with an answer, or at the very least a smart ass reply. They were met with neither, earning yet another sigh from Kiara. "Well, at least now we know what they hate. Sorta." Taking out Volunta from the ground, she was about to place it away in her coat when she paused.

"You wanted to know where I got this weapon, right? Well rest assured. I didn't get it from some shady being. At least, I'm pretty sure I didn't." She began to scratch her head in thought, her hair already a wet mess from the shower. "It's a long story. Like, really long. Epic drama long! Ok, I guess not that long. It's sort of a. . . hand-me-down." Well you didn't hear that everyday. "Anyway," she continued, "It's not that special. Just a few energy attacks really, and even those just use up the basic amount of magic for me."

Raising an eyebrow, she looked quizzically at the gun still in Vincent's hand. "What about you? Got any riveting stories for that pea-shooter?"