Kiara winced as she settled on the bed. Her back still stung from the wounds Webster inflicted. "That sound about right," she answered Vincent. If Mary could be tricked into helping them, maybe the same could be said for Sandal? Fat chance she told herself. But hey, it was the thought that counted, right?

Outside, the area only became more and more chaotic. Webster narrowed his eyes at this turn of the situation. It was rare for Death to get worked up like this. Extremely rare. At the added insult from Rebel, Mary looked up and glared at the demon. A squishing sound was heard, and several sockets began to open up on her wings. Red eyes. Hundreds of red eyes were now staring back at the two. Mary rushed forward and clamped a clawed hand around Rebel's throat. Her eyes were wild, and with a free hand, she began tearing out Rebel's abdomen.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut u-"

Webster launched forward and impaled his blade in her chest. It was enough to get her to cease the attack on Rebel and focusing her anger on him. She lashed out, tearing away the Devil's arm. Skidding back, Webster held his sword in the other hand. "Rebel. If you're not dead yet, go on ahead and deal with the other two. You're can't kill Death, so make yourself useful somewhere else." Webster's stump of an arm began to glow a deep red. Cells began to reform, and soon the Devil had a new arm to wield.

Mary giggled madly before setting her winged eyes on her new pray. 

"Why don't you just die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die!"