Death sighed. His opponent, if you could call it that, was clearly on his last legs, and had yet been unable to land a single blow.<br/>"I had hoped for more from you,<span style="font-style: italic">Abaddon,</span>" he said, putting emphasis on the name and staring daggers at the man. No, he was not disappointed in Vaan so much as the demon that was within him.<br/><br/>Death slowly began walking forward, Omen in its twin scythe form, one handle resting in each fist. Vaan began sprinting towards him, leaping into the air and conjuring a ball of those familiar blue flames; and Death kept walking. As the man began his descent, the fireball was thrown, and the Grim Reaper made his move.<br/><br/>His hands moved quickly, linking the two scythes together to form his full weapon. The two blades shifted, one of them sticking outward as a Scythe was usually angled, and the other pointing directly outward as a spear. Death spun on his heel, flourishing the blade and causing the curved end to meet with the fireball in mid-flight. It acted as a sort of cup, cradling the orb and bringing it around in a circle. He flung it back at the Silencer, hitting him square in the chest; the movement was so quick that Vaan was still in midair, and had no time to react, if he was even able. Death knew that this would have little to no effect on the man, however; but he also knew that his next move would. Continuing to spin around, Death moved forward toward his rapidly descending opponent until his back, as well as the spear end of his weapon, were facing the man. Death shut his eyes, and with a final show of force, thrust his weapon backwards, spearing the falling Vaan on the end of his blade; straight through the heart.<br/><br/><br/>He stayed there for a while, letting the man shift further and further down his blade as drops of crimson fell to the ground. The aftermath of the battle was obvious; blood stains dotted the area, entire buildings were reduced to rubble and ash, craters of various depths were scattered here and there. Without turning to face his opponent, Death began walking, pulling his weapon forward with such speed and force that it dislodged itself from Vaan's chest and let the man fall to the ground.<br/>"I'll see you in Hell.. Abaddon," he spoke, once again using the demon's name in an intentional manner. When a person died, their soul moved on to the afterlife, courtesy of the Grim Reaper. Omen's blades had tasted Vaan's flesh; they had peered into the man he was fighting, and told Death his secrets. There was no soul within that body. When that man died.. there would simply be nothing left.<br/>The barrier opened for a fraction of a moment, allowing the Reaper passage before sealing shut again.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Merle's eyes grew wide, tears forming on their edges. She knew better than to interrupt in the middle of this fight, no matter how badly she wanted to - seeing Vaan being beaten so effortlessly was painful for her, but she had faith in him. It wasn't until the final moments that her heart sank, watching Vaan speared on the end of that blade.<br/><br/>When the Reaper dropped him and began walking away, it took all of her effort to not chase after him. There were more important things now, though. She rushed to Vaan's side and flipped his body over so he was no longer face-down in the asphalt, lifting his head in one hand while the other hovered over his wound uselessly. "Vaan..!<span style="font-style: italic">Vaan!</span>Say something, god dammit! Tell me you're okay..!"