Death - Maul

The scythe flew from beneath its bulk to merge once more with its other half, meeting Death in midair as his second leap carried him from the carapace of one drone to the side of another. Harvester was now a square headed maul, a hammer so oversized it was almost—almost—comical.
Although the wounded creature crushed beneath its bulk, shattered into granules and tiny chunks that were swiftly buried by the swirling snows, probably wouldn't have thought so.

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Chapter 5