"I can't help it. You almost scared me to death." He smiled a little and looked up as she walked over. Vincent felt the dark aura before he saw it. When he leaned over to see the source, he shuddered. "He does not look happy." He couldn't help but scoot backwards as Webster came towards them. There was a strong hatred and frustration surrounding him that could kill on its own. 

Vincent looked to Webster's missing eye. "No wonder he's angry... He has one eye and is confused. This is a first, even for him. We can always assume that his power comes from there. Or he's just getting worn out by the work." 

Vincent started to stand slowly as Kiara spoke. "You're pushing your luck Kiara. How could it possibly be more risky than your death?" And then she told him. He paused, standing up straight. Vincent gave a serious look as she explained their chances. "You do realize the insanity in this right? It's too risky."

And yet, he felt that he wouldn't make a dent in the argument. With a sigh, Vincent shook his head. "Alright... Fine, but be careful." He looked at his gun before watching as Webster got closer. "We have one shot."He repeated, not believing he was actually going to go through with it. 

Vincent looked down at Mary, limping a few feet away from her. "Sorry kid." He waited for his opportunity to strike.