Death - Rapid spin

Death tucked his legs tightly under him as he fell, so that they would not present the demons with potential targets before he could strike back with Harvester. The weapon now boasted two blades, one on each end of the haft. It was already whirling with impossible speed, nothing but a razored blur. Death’s wrists passed over and around each other, and he himself was spinning when his feet finally struck stone.
Blood and various ichors spattered in a series of short, swift geysers, followed by limbs and larger gobbets. And just that swiftly, the small balcony was empty of any living being but Death himself. Harvester’s twin blades had proved long enough to reach to all edges of the platform, and the tightly packed demons had left themselves no room to run.

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Chapter 17