Death - Punches War

“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.

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Chapter 19