Vincent hobbled backwards when Kiara jumped in to block the blade. "This is insane...This insane." He chanted as he raised the gun, watching the fight. It didn't help that the girl only agreed to the notion. Vincent's normal calm was starting to fade to show his true colors of nervousness. But who could blame him? He nearly died more than once. 

Kiara continued to fight, and Vincent stood, waiting for the right time to strike. It was going to be a lot harder now considering he wanted to hit when Kiara was being attacked. He was still in a bit of shock that he let the girl talk him into this. She was basically asking for death. Well, they wefe both practically at death's door anyway. 

His grip tightened on the gun when Webster began stabbing her. At this rate, Kiara would have been dead even when Mary woke up. She was going to lose way too much blood. He aimed to take the dhot and stop Webster. Suddenly, he found himself having to dodge bullets, which was a lot harder to do with a practically dead leg. It was proven difficult when he was shot in the shoulder. It didn't hurt thanks to the kid being sleep, but it was still a bad feeling. And the force sent him stumbling backwards. He fell right next to Mary and froze when she shifted, but sighed in relief when she stayed asleep. "That was way too close..." He heaved a sigh and lifted himself on one leg. 

He couldn't wait any longer. He had to shoot before he missed the chance, and before Mary woke up. He waited for Webster to pause before he took three shots. Two went into his eye and the other went into the hand that was stabbing Kiara. He couldn't jump up as quickly due to his leg, so he braced to receive the immediate reaction of Mary's wrath. Of course, he could only watch Kiara. There wad no way he could help her now. But the sudden impending doom feeling made his anxious, and a little panicky. Which was a first because he was normally calm and collected.