Kiara managed to drag herself away from Webster's limp form and collapse near where Vincent and Mary lay. It hurt. She wouldn't deny that. Her little stunt had almost cost her, and although the wounds were cheated from being lethal, they still insured that she wouldn't be doing much for quite a while now. "Heh, three for three? Naw, I think I'll let you make the next plan."

Mary sat up and looked down at the both of them questionably. "Uh, can someone tell me what happened? Where's the mean scary demon? Webster's pet?" 

Kiara grinned. "You mean his bitch?"

Mary frowned. "Hey, I'm not allowed to say bad words! But yeah. . .where's the ugly one?" Ugly? Well that was a bit personal.

Kiara sported another grin. "Vince here took care of him. Shot him stone cold dead till he couldn't move an inch anymore." She looked over at the other traveler now. "Isn't that right?"

"If you two are done. . .I'm not dead yet." The voice belonged to the crippled Devil as he limped toward the three. Clenching his black sword with shaky hands, he clutched his cowboy's hat tightly in an attempt to gain composure. But even he knew he wouldn't last long in this world.

Seeing his attempts, Kiara sighed. "Dude, just give up already. Or at the very least give us a day off or something. You just won't stay down."

Webster flinched away her words, dragging the blade behind him. Its tip produced large sparks on the dirt below, proving once more that he was no ordinary demon or being.

"My. . .my new Hell is still waiting for me."