"Aren't you the one that always gets into fights with her? Shouldn't that be your area of expertise?" The male slowly stood, trying to make it painless as possible. 

"Hey, let us have our moment. If you're going to kill us, we should be able to at least say final words to each other." It was just to stall time while they planned. But even if it didn't work, they had pretty much come to the conclusion that they were forcing Mary into being their last chance. 

"Uh, no. I'm just going to kill you both now." Rebel chuckled and walked forward, holding his knives tighter. "Two quick slices across the neck will end it."

Crud. They had a plan, but how were they suppose to implement it? "Hey...pet," Man, his those knives were sharp. He ignored Rebel and his glare and growls. "What did you call Mary over there? When you were chasing her around?" 

Rebel raised an eyebrow. "That loss of blood had gotten you delusional. Heh, good. If you must know before you die, I called her a brat. A clueless one at that. She doesn't deserve to be called the Angel of Death." 

That's what he was going to rely on. Those two talking way too much for their own good. "What about you Web? I'm curious to know. It is her job to take dead people and all."