"You know, you're really annoying..." After so many slashes and cuts, the loss of blood was starting to get noticeable. Vincent watched as Rebel chuckled and walked forward. He had three knives, all painted red from Vincent. "That's three so far. And you're all ready slowing down. Heh, I haven't even used my actual powers." Thanks to the demon, Vincent's shirt was tattered. "You both talk way too much."

Vincent stood straight and looked over to see Kiara losing the little advantage she had. "Kia-" He paused, and jumped back when Rebel ran toward him. "I see you're getting used to this." 

Vincent was getting tired of being on the defensive, so workout warning, he shot at Rebel. This time when it was dodged, Rebel got close to Vincent, staring directly into his eyes. Just as Vincent was about to shoot, Rebel's eyes darkened, making him stop and stare. 

His penance state wasn't just useful for hypnotic inducement, but also fear inducement. And as Vincent stared, his own fears began to play in his eyes. "Succumb to the fear~" While, Vincent was frozen in fear, Rebel pressed the blade to his stomach. 

Somehow, someway the 'big fat meanie' echoed in his head making him remember that it was all in his head. There were things worse than his petty fears- like fighting the devil and his pet. Reality hit harder when he felt that familiar blade go into his stomach. In retaliation,  Rebel received a bullet in his shoulder, and then at his side. 

"Man, that... hurts...a lot." Vincent held his stomach, slightly bent over. 

Rebel growled and prepared to strike, this time ending it for good. "Don't worry, I can stop that for you."