{{<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a3zVc7jNyw&amp;list=FLYwyf52xTVDO54KlS8oRqYw&amp;index=12&amp;feature=plpp_video">Click for Reaper battle theme</a>}}<br/><br/>A slight laugh left Death's throat at his opponent's words. "Have you forgotten the very basic foundations of this world? Destruction<span style="font-style: italic">begets</span>Death." He stopped moving and watched as his opponent hesitated, for just a fraction of a moment. In that time, the energy that formed his garb slowly began creeping its way up his body, coating his chest, arms, and a portion of his face, all the while swirling with colors of the deepest shades of black, purple, and red. Just as the armor finished forming, Vaan charged; and Death remained stationary.<br/><br/>The blue flame trailed behind the man's leg as he brought his foot up in a powerful roundhouse kick to the Reaper's throat. With the flames mere inches away from his neck, Death finally made his move. In an instant, Omen shifted back into its full form, gripped in his left hand, and Death quickly spun towards the direction the kick was coming from, kicking up a ring of dust. With a force and speed far greater than any human or demon, he gripped the man's leg with his right hand, stopping it mid-swing. He continued spinning, bringing Vaan in a full 360 degree circle. With a final effort, he angled downward and threw, causing his opponent to fly forward for about a foot before crashing into the ground, a small crater left at the point of impact as he tumbled out of it.<br/><br/>"Come now; you're going to have to try<span style="font-style: italic">much</span>harder than that, Abaddon," he taunted, his voice oozing with boredom that was only further punctuated by a roll of his head. Omen once again pulsed back into its twin form, one scythe in each hand as Death resumed his battle stance; arms crossed in front of him and weapons backhanded, their blades pointing outward toward his foe.