Vincent knew he wasn't going to be able to dodge the door fast enough, so he chose to lean back and use his feet to kick out of the way. It was still rather painful. 

All too soon did Rebel decide to attack. Amd the expected attack directed towards him was immediately changed and he hit Kiara. This was new. Rebel was getting desperate, or tactical. Hopefully, it was desperation. Desperation never lasted long and of would be easier to kill him. 

Vincent had ignored the girlfriend comment, but raised an eyebrow toward his partner.  

Rebel chuckled at her anger. "Go on, your anger fuels me. Heh, and you seem quite defensive over-" He found his Alex being grabbed and soon after s stab in the leg. Rebel hissed in pain and kicked at Kiara with a lot force. "Let go of me!" He flicked one of his knives downward work enough force to stab Kiara in the neck. But as soon as it was thrown, it was shot away, and off to the side.
"I don't think so." 

Vincent was getting tired of being on the defensive, and he was rather annoyed by Rebel now. Sure it wasn't the best reaction to have during a fight to the death, but at times like those, no one cared too much. 

Rebel growled in frustration. By now, and probably way before, the stupid humans that did this would've died the first second. Not these two. These two were fighters. Rebel didn't plan on admitting that he may have underestimated them, so he settled for them having some amazing luck. He was planning to kick Kiara again, not wanting to lose any more knives. But what he didn't expect was the punch to the jaw that knocked him over. Even he was confused. 

Vincent rubbed his fist and helped Kiara up before moving her out the way. "You okay?" Still quiet, he pulled the Volunta out of Rebel's leg right after pushing it father. He tossed the weapon back to her and then aimed his gun at Rebel's head. "Just think, once you die, you'll only be back in hell right? Heh, it's a win for everyone. Now go us a favor and die."

But Rebel was not going to lose again. He didn't plan on shaming himself or Webster. And if he was going to die, one or both would go down with him. So before, Vincent could shoot, Rebel tackled him. Both their injuries were in pain, but they both ignored them. In the tumbling and thrashing, it would be hard for Kiara to get a good shot because the two were rolling back and forth. Vincent winced in pain when he was bitten on his shoulder. 

Vincent was kicked off him only for Rebel to lunge again. This time, Vincent managed to sit up and shoot him twice. Once in the chest, and the other where his heart should've been. As Rebel fell, he glared at Vincent with those black abyss' for eyes. "If I die, you should go too." With a sadistic grin, he stabbed Vincent in his heart, or where he thought his heart. Being dead,  Rebel of course would miss it by a few inches- but either way, it was too close and had Vincent gasp out and fall over. 

That was a pain he couldn't joke about. Vincent fell back, clutching his chest. Rebel on the other hand fell, now dead, finally. [I]'Well, at least that pet is dead.'[/I] If he was going die, at least he didn't waste his time doing it. After a moment, his mind cleared, focusing on emptiness.