Kiara nodded at his agreement to the plan. Because he was right. It was [i]insane[/i]. Completely and utterly devoid of all reason and logic. But hey, what choice did they really have now? "Right. Keep your gun trained on us at all time-crap!" Webster flickered in front of Vincent now, raising his blade to strike. Kiara parried the sword just in time, pushing the Devil back a bit.

"He's. . .he's not giving us any chances, huh?"

She ran forward, meeting him blow for blow. Webster remained silent now, his one eye shining and gleaming a dark red. He was hellbent on killing these two. These two. . .who had somehow survived and succeeded where most, no, all others had failed. Who were they? What were they? They weren't angels or demons. They weren't superhuman. That had exceptional abilities, but that was it. So then. . .what? Why were they defying him? Why were they fighting back? Why were they [b]winning[/b]?

"Why!"

Webster lashed out with his free hand, gripping Kiara by the throat. Struggling in his grasp, he held her up in the air and proceeded to stab her repeatedly in the abdomen with his sword. She could do nothing but continue to weaken his grip. However long that took. At that moment, Webster sent a death glare to Vincent.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you human!" he sneered.

With his mind, Webster sent bullets of black sand flying his way. He sprayed them out in a similar manner of a shotgun, the bullets coming at him in bursts. Kiara kicked Vincent repeatedly, only fueling the Devil's annoyance and anger.

He continued to stab her now. He didn't care if they were temporarily immortal now. He would [b]kill[/b] them. Kiara felt no pain as the blade pierced her body one more, simply trying to hold out long enough for Vincent to take the shot.

That, and praying that Death wouldn't wake up from all the commotion.