Death - Heal speed

He ran until he stood in the shadow of one of the lower balconies, his back to a wall of stone.
They could not come at him from behind, and the overhang prevented the squat beast with the flaming claws from chucking more rocks his way. Tactically sound, but it also meant he was backed into a corner. Once the demons had surrounded him on all three open sides—which, indeed, they did almost instantly—Death had no room to maneuver.
The Phantom Guards and their clawed leader advanced, grinning and growling until their lips and teeth glistened with unshed drool. Death retreated a step farther, his back now pressed tight against the wall …
And shouted, “Now!”
Above, War broke away from his own foes and leapt off the side of the gantry on which he’d been fighting. He plummeted, swiftly but surely, to land on the balcony directly above his brother. He spun, putting his own back to the wall, bellowed a fearsome cry, and slammed Chaoseater point-first into the stone by his feet.
Again. And again.
Stone splintered, cracks shooting swiftly across the balcony as though literally fleeing the black blade. Dust flew, and gravity reached greedily for a prize long denied.
The entire balcony—save for a nub about a pace across, on which War stood—collapsed.
It passed only an arm’s length before Death’s face, a blinding cloud and deafening clamor, but the Horseman didn’t flinch. He might not always trust his brother’s judgment, but of War’s accuracy he harbored no doubt at all.
His wounds already beginning to close, Death broke into a run before the dust had settled. Most of the demons he’d lured beneath the balcony had been well and truly macerated, or at least pinned, but those at the very edges might yet have strength to haul themselves free.

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Chapter 17