Vincent's eyebrow raised when he heard Sandal's voice. He tilted his head toward him and decided to stay silent and sane the little strength he did have. Of course the angel had the same amused look as always, only making Vincent sigh silently and listen. This time, there was no verbal brawl between the two, but that wad probably because Kiara was beaten down. 

Vincent sighed and brought a hand up to his head. Once again Sandal was no help- And suddenly a warm light wrapped around him. He looked at his arms, noticing the cuts and wounds disappear. The pain had gone and Vincent slowly sat up. "This feels a lot better. Thanks." He stretched out his muscles and yawned. There was a reluctant sigh when he heard they'd have to fight Webster again. That meant Death didn't finish it. At least she slowed him down. 

He looked down and then coughed a little. "Hey Sandal, you think you could provide... another shirt? Mine was sorta torn." But as he looked up, he disappeared. Vincent removed the bloodied makeshift bandages on his arm and leg amd slowly stood. "I've gone through a lot in the matter of a day or so. Is there no break other than death?" It was a rhetorical question. 

And it probably wouldn't be answered considering those lizard demons appeared. "Not these things again." He took up his gun and spun the barrel. "How much do you want to bet this is one of those monsters being a sore loser?" Like before, he shot at the little cretins, killing them off as fast add possible. 
No one would guess that minutes before he was lingering on death road.

"So, any plan to calm the kid?"