Death had gotten the hang of this banter thing, from what he knew. Plus, Hades had piqued his curiousity - so far as he knew, Death was the only one who could do his job. Having a god of some sort claim to do the same thing...well, the gods of the Disc were never so presumptuous.
He stood calmly as the wall of flame whipped past and through him - cloaks woven of darkness did not burn, and neither did anthropomorphic personifications. The sword had been sheathed for the more iconic scythe, which he pulled seemingly from thin air. He had a goal - lure Hades towards the door where Harry had laid his trap - but no plan. After his time in the city, he was becoming rather skilled at improvising.
He'd have to be careful - there was a good number of people in the room that he could not hit - but that was no reason not to try. He rushed forward, swinging the scythe downwards towards the god.
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Death had gotten the hang of this banter thing, from what he knew. Plus, Hades had piqued his curiousity - so far as he knew, Death was the only one who could do his job. Having a god of some sort claim to do the same thing...well, the gods of the Disc were never so presumptuous.
He stood calmly as the wall of flame whipped past and through him - cloaks woven of darkness did not burn, and neither did anthropomorphic personifications. The sword had been sheathed for the more iconic scythe, which he pulled seemingly from thin air. He had a goal - lure Hades towards the door where Harry had laid his trap - but no plan. After his time in the city, he was becoming rather skilled at improvising.
He'd have to be careful - there was a good number of people in the room that he could not hit - but that was no reason not to try. He rushed forward, swinging the scythe downwards towards the god.