Vincent was going to have to up his game if he wanted to keep up with the Devil. [i]'Ha, yeah right... Keep up with the Devil...'[i] He mentally laughed at such a crude joke. That, and Kiara was probably going to upstage him in fighting Webster with those tricks of hers. 

Too bad Vincent didn't fight. Well, didn't fight much. Rarely even. With Kiara's attack, Vincent sent three bullets -hopefully- into Webster's chest. But, once again he was up and looking for trouble. While he was focused on Kiara, again, Vincent slumped back taking aim at Rebel again. 

"Lighten the load a little shall we..." He mumbled lightly as he aimed. His eyebrow raised at the sight of Rebel glaring and growling.

Rebel had merely turned his head at the random kick to the leg. "Oh yes, my apologies. I didn't mean to forget-" And then the sudden pain in his leg had him hissing and growling in pain. His eyes darkened as he glared at the girl. "Alright, fine...I guess you'd rather play rough..." Rebel ignored the pain, not saying a word about it- more or less because he was insulted- and kept toward Mary. 

With claws retracted, he aimed to use them to give precise cuts to Death's body. Even if she dodged it, she'd still be running away and not interfering. 

"Oh no you don't." Vincent took the shot while Webster was distracted and aimed for Rebel's leg when he jumped. 

More pain went into that same leg that had been decaying, but Rebel forced his way through it and still reached to claw at Mary. When he landed, he leaned his weight all on his left leg, once again, ignoring the pain in his right leg. 

He was fully prepare to get his job done just as he promised Webster. And he was even more sure that he'd prove that he was no one's pet...or bitch. If Webster didn't kill them first, he would have a fun time doing so...