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- “No, you don’t. Now step back.”
- “No, Death.”
- “Step. Back.”
- “No.”
- Death’s uppercut did not merely lift War off his feet, it sent him hurtling up and back with enough force to shatter the ground where he finally fell. A pink-frothed puss puddled in the shallow crater, soiling the ornate armor and the crimson cloak.
- By the time he’d struggled to his feet, his jaw already coming over a mottled purple, Death had closed the distance between them.
- “Am I clear?” he demanded.
- War’s hand clenched of its own accord, his entire body trembled with rage, but he refused either to lash out or draw Chaoseater. “No.”
- A second blow, this one to the chest, threw him back farther still. Again he split the crust of the world with the impact, and again he staggered upright.
- This time, when Death approached, he held Harvester in both hands. “And now?” he asked. “Consider, before you answer, that I’m done with my fists.”
- “So be it,” War said, then paused to spit a mouthful of blood. “Cripple me. Kill me. Discard your greatest ally in this, to keep your precious secret. Because that’s the only way you will.”
- Harvester quivered. Death’s eyes blazed bright enough to reflect in his brother’s armor … And then he began trudging back toward the horses.
- A moment’s delay, and War was on his heels.
- ****
- The Abomination Vault, Chapter 19
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