A torrent of black sand caught the bullet mere inches away from Rebel's demonic heart. Webster turned his gaze over to his assistant, one red eye gleaming in annoyance. "I think that's enough play time Rebel. Another mishap like that, and I won't be so hesitant in letting them riddle you with bullets.

Mary stopped in her tracks, taking the time to spit her tongue out at the demon. It was starting to become a common occurrence at this point, and one had to wonder if it was the only insult she was capable of. "Hehe, serves you right! You got told off by the Devil!" she teased. Apparently not.

Webster turned his attention back to Vincent and Kiara. "Ignore her Rebel. I'm giving you a new game to play." He raised his blade in position, preparing for the lung in strike. "I think these two need a demonstration of your combat abilities Rebel. How about it then? Whoever kills them first gets have fun with Death. If you win, I'll even let you make a few drinks out of their blood. Sounds fair?" Without waiting for an answer, Webster dashed forward and slashed wildly.

Kiara gritted her teeth as she barely parried each blow. She had to be careful now, as each strike sent a spray of black sand flying in different directions. She knew all too well the consequences of getting too close. One false move was all that was needed. . .