Kiara took Mary's distraction to heart as she ripped her hand away from Webster's boot. Before he could stop her, she gripped Volunta in her hand and hastily fired a shot of energy at Rebel. She didn't care if it hit him in a critical point or not, but as long as it stopped his advances on Vincent, it was good enough. Webster noticed this and proceeded to kick Kiara in the gut. The traveler gasped in pain as she clutched her abdomen. She continued to glare up at the Devil, determined not to let him see her in pain.

Webster sighed at her persistence. "Why don't you just give up?" 

Mary kicked him again, and this time he whirled his blade at her. "And you can shut up!" he snarled. 

"Eep!" Mary backed away and chose to watch the confrontation from a safer distance. She'd strike again when things were more safe. And less scary. Webster turned back to Kiara. "Now where were we. . .?" She was gone. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around until he finally caught her limping over to Vincent.

"Oh. Oh that's a neat little trick of yours. But it's still weak." In a flash, Webster appeared by Rebel's side, facing the two wounded travelers now. "The power to make people forget about your existence? That's some interesting magic right there."

Kiara continued to clutch her side, checking to make sure Vincent was ok. This wasn't good. They were getting desperate now, and the Devil knew it. She was being forced to resort to more magic, but she only knew so much. Breathing, she gave Vincent a shaky thumbs up.

"So. . .partner. . .any ideas now? Cause I'm all ears at this point."