It was quiet. 

He glanced down to see May dozing off as she listened. 
[I]'Wow. It worked. I put Death to sleep.'[/I] 

He could have boasted or something. Vincent had a look of surprise on his face as he looked over at Kiara. Why did that work? Good, she was still handling her own. He needed to remember to put children to sleep like that. It couldn't been useful one day. Now, all he had to do was tell Kiara and help her fight. No big deal, right? 

Just as he shifted to stand, Mary fell over and rested on his leg. With Mary- no with Death, her pain was immediate. He gasped out and quickly covered his mouth. He could feel his leg deteriorating by the second. But he forced himself to stay silent. Mary had just went to sleep... If she was to waffle up now who knows what would happen. 

The pain made his eyes water. [I]'This is definitely worse than being stabbed in the chest... Actually I can't tell what's worse." 

Vincent scooted his leg from under her, letting it slide gently to the ground. When she touched the ground, he let go of a heavy sigh. His leg would've been nothing but bone if he stayed any longer. It was pretty bad as it was though.  His pants leg was now gone and his leg looked... pretty bad. It was a charred grayish color and looked as if the blood stopped circulating through his leg long ago. 

He groaned softly, some of of pain but more so out of annoyance. "Did I really deserve this." Vincent couldn't feel his leg, and could barely move it. But that didn't stop him from slowly standing and leaning on his left leg. He wondered if he could just leave Mary there to fight. Just in case she was a light sleeper, Vincent waved Kiara down and pointed to thew unconscious figure next to him.