Death - Scythe switch

Its blade was a hideous thing, jagged and crafted like the wing of some great beast, longer than Death's outstretched arms fingertip-to-fingertip.

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As quickly as he could think it, his scythe flowed, fluid for less than the blink of an eye. Death was now holding two weapons where there had only been one: two crescent blades, thick and heavy, shaped like knives but larger than most swords.

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Chapter 1