As Death walked, his posture relaxed, and the black armor that had coated his body began receding until his face, arms, and chest were once again bare. Both arms rested at his side, Omen gripped in his right hand so that the weapon was standing vertically, with the scythe end pointing away from those gathered. He stopped moving as a girl from the crowd tore away and ran at him, and he watched unblinkingly as she collapsed to the ground, writhing about, screaming and bleeding. He showed no reaction whatsoever towards the gruesome event as she died, unlike the majority of those gathered.<br/><br/>His eyes then turned to the demon who had just materialized and spoke to him. "You did not recognize me because I did not<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to be known, Azrael. It is no fault of your own." His head turned as he silently swept his gaze over each one of their terrified faces, unsure of whether they were more startled by the girl who had just died, or the revelation that had occurred at the beginning of his fight.<br/><br/>A small, almost annoyed chuckle escaped his lips as he flipped Omen over, stabbing the spear end into the ground once again so the weapon held itself up. He crossed his arms, and waited.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Merle's eyes shot towards Death as Vaan coughed up blood. Her vision was blurred from the tears that were now streaking down her face, and no matter how much she wanted to tear him limb from limb, she had no choice but to let him go.. for now. Vaan was going to die, if he wasn't dead already, and the only way she could possibly help was by getting him out of here. It wouldn't do either of them any good for her to get herself killed.<br/><br/>She raised a hand to her mouth and whistled, high and loud. A few moments later, a flock of surprisingly large crows swooped in towards the two. It took a lot of effort on her part, considering she was small and not entirely muscular, but she eventually managed to scoop Vaan up and stumble over onto the waiting crows, who then took off, carrying the girl and the dying man with them. As they flew away, Merle looked back at the man who had caused this wound, whispering softly to herself; "I swear on my life, I will fucking<span style="font-style: italic">end you.</span>"