Vincent saw Rebel's foot steps get closer and closer, but suddenly they stopped. When he's looked up to see why he wasn't being attacked, he saw what looked like black blood pouring down his arm. "Wonderful. Best shot yet. Though, still not as cool as me shooting Webster. "Heh, try your own blood for your drinks." 

Rebel held his shoulder, biting back a pained growl. The two just wanted to die today. 

Vincent was still bent forward, mainly trying to keep his blood from pouring out. He glanced over at Kiara and chuckled lightly. "I'm still on the not dying plan. But I think I'm failing that one." His voice lowered, as he thought of more ideas. His thoughts were a bit clouded, but he managed to think of something. 

"Aren't those guys like... allergic to all things holy or something?" He paused in order to think of how to explain it. "You know, prayers and crosses and holy water?" He winced a little before talking again. "I mean, aren't we working for the big guy anyway?"

"What are those two mumbling about?" Rebel frowned, but paused to stand next to Webster. "They're practically dead now." Rebel moved the three blades into his left hand, since his right arm had been damaged badly.  

"Or you could always call your angel buddy for a favor. But I doubt that will work. Maybe... maybe we can piss off Mary. Who knows what happens with an angry Death.." Vincent was out of ideas at that point. And he felt slightly delusional. It was probably the after effect of that fear inducement. 
Thinking about it made him shudder a little.