Death - Blocks with scythe

Mouth gaping in a silent scream, Hadrimon slumped to the floor, wings folded as if to shield him, his free hand clutched to his temple. And Death, Harvester once again in the form of a single scythe, staggered forward for the kill.
Augmented by the proximity of its brethren, enraged beyond anything the Nephilim had ever anticipated, Black Mercy itself raised Hadrimon’s arm and fired.
Caught utterly by surprise, Death couldn’t begin to interpose Mortis. Twisting as swiftly as he’d ever moved, he managed to take the shot on Harvester’s haft, but much of the Abomination’s life-draining essence surged through the weapon. The Horseman toppled to lie awkwardly atop the metal scraps; alive, conscious, but weak, far too weak.

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Chapter 29