The incoming bullets were blocked by a torrent of black sand. The dark substance rushed to greet its master, acting as a shield against Vincent's bullets. Webster smirked at the gunslinger's futile attempts. "Honestly, is this the [i]best[/i] the Man could come up with? It's gonna be two sweet sticking this blade right up His as-" He was cut off when Kiara rushed forward and plunged the tip of Volunta into the heart of the sand. Unimpressed, the Devil tipped his hat in mockery. . .only to be knocked back as Kiara let out a burst of energy from the tip, sending her flying back and landing on her feet. 

"Hehe, I forgot that I could do that."

The Devil dusted himself off, his crimson eyes glaring at the two travelers. "So, think you can dance with the Devil, huh? Let's see your moves then!" Webster leapt forward, only to be met with Kiara's blade. The two clashed as metal rang on metal. 

"Nah, he's not even a pet," Kiara told Vincent in response to his words on Rebel. "If anything, I'd say he's more like the Devil's [i]bitch[/i]." She ducked just in time from having her head swiped clean right off. Webster leaned in close, his eyes burning with rage and hatred now.

"Keep it up. I dare you. When you go to Hell, I'll make sure to personally greet you!"

Kiara smirked. "Someone's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

With Rebel seemingly distracted, Mary took the chance to enact sweet, sweet deliverance. She took the action implemented by all kids of her age. She reared back with her left foot and proceeded to kick the demon in the shin. Sticking her tongue out, she quickly put some distance between her and the demon. One touch was all that was needed, and a slow stream of darkness and decaying shadows began to eat away at Rebel's leg.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, hidden in plain sight, Sandal was indeed enjoying the free show.