"She's such a child." 

Vincent shook his head and sighed for a brief moment. Death was more afraid of one mortal demon- more than they were afraid of the Devil himself. Something was wrong with that picture. 

His focus returned to their main problem- Webster. He was slightly surprised when he noticed that the bullets hit him. The surprise diminished quickly when he realized the next attack was directed towards him. 

One thing led to another and he found himself on the ground- a bit painfully. But he would more rather have the pain in his leg than the one of the black sand hitting him on the chest. "Effective, but ow." He spoke as they were on the ground. 

"What happened to cheaters never win?" 

Vincent watched the black sand carefully to make sure it made no sudden movements. "Hey, want to see how many times we can hit that target?" When he said 'that', he pointed right at Webster's chest. "I've already got three up on you." 

Vincent took the first few shots in order to test out the black sand. It wouldn't have been ver smart to jump right into things so, instead of waiting for Webster get close and attempt to kill them, Vincent shot him at a 'safer' distance. 

* 

"Bratty girl, come back. There's no need to run, I just wanted to play a game!" By now, Rebel was simply walking after her. She kept going in circles, so occasionally he would turn and use his enhanced speed to meet her on the other side- in which she'd turn around again. 

Well, it was one way to distract her.