Kiara looked to the side to see Rebel now going on the offensive, slashing away at her partner. "Vince-" The clash of metal distracted her, and she was forced back by Webster's sword. The Devil peered at her face, his eyes flashing a blood red.

"Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself girl?" Kiara held the blade back, but Webster was slowly gaining ground on her. Chuckling, Webster leaned in again. "Hey, have you ever heard that old rumor? That those born with crimson eyes are said to possess the powers of God?" Kiara tensed, knowing where this was going. Webster's eyes flashed once more, and suddenly he appeared behind her. Before she could react, he made a clean strike at her right hand before kicking her in the back.

Skidding forward, Kiara gritted her teeth as the pain started to set in. "Damnit. . ." Volunta was on the ground next to her, only about a few inches. Reaching in to grab it, she stiffened again when Webster pinning her to the ground with his boot. She glared up at the Devil, starting to feel weaker as her strength faded. "Well. . . uh, shit."

Webster grinned. "You're damn right."

At that moment, Mary appeared and began kicking Webster's shin the same way she had done to Rebel. Instead of the usual consuming shadows, nothing happened. Mary ignored this and continued wailing away. Webster sighed, directing his gaze on Death now. "Haven't we done this before? You can't kill me Mary. I'm the Devil. And you're Death. We're kinda stuck here you know."

Mary huffed. "Doesn't mean I can't help. Besides, you're still a big fat meanie!" Kiara looked up at the girl in wonder. She supposed this new bout of confidence came from dealing a blow on Rebel. Well, whatever worked.