Grimm struggled to stand, his consciousness fading in and out. In front of him Death was fighting Jack, or more accurately, flailing his scythe in Jack’s general direction. Despite this total lack of technique or style, Death seemed to be doing fairly well. However, the difference in speed was too great, and it seemed that Jack would win in the end. At least, until Death pulled out his trump card.
“Oy, Grimm! A little help?”
“I’ll be there soon, just keep calm.”
“Sorry, it’s just a little difficult to remain calm when a maniac with giant SASQUATCHING CLAWS ON HIS HANDS is trying to freakin’ DISEMBOWEL ME!”
“I am very aware of that fact.” Grimm reached for his pouch of water from the fountain of Acheron, quickly and sloppily gulping it down. He almost instantly began to feel his strength returning. Although he was still not fully recovered, he could at least stand and fight.
Grimm pulled his weight off of his scythe, taking a combat stance. Carefully observing the battle field, searching for an opportunity to strike. And opportunity he found. While Jack was focusing the full force of his claws on Death, Grimm rent Jack’s soul in two from behind with one clean swipe. It would take more than just one well placed strike to kill a hellspawn of his caliber, but it was a start. A start that Death was ready to turn to a finish. With one clean motion, Death pinned the hellspawn to the ground, holding the top of his scythe’s blade to the hellspawn’s chest.
A rusty crimson energy swirled around Death’s scythe, as it slowly shifted into a shotgun with a steel handle and red bloodstone barrels. When he pulled the trigger, an explosion of amber energy fired from the gun, piercing through Jack’s chest with the same ghostly and bloodless vigor as the blades before it.
Jack hissed in pain, then began to angrily shout at the Reaper twins. “Do you think you’ve won!? Do you think this is over!? Rea-pers have killled me before, but I came back. Yuu haven’t won the warr.” The hellspawn’s twisted smile grew ever so slightly larger, as he suddenly plunged his claws into Death’s chest. “And yuu haven’t won th’ battle ei-ther. I-I-I am Ja-ck and I-I-I allways wi-” Jack’s speech was interrupted as Grimm’s scythe slammed down upon his head, exploding with a burst of dark energy.
Death and Grimm both backed off slowly, watching with a grim satisfaction as the portal to hell opened to return Jack’s unconscious body to where it belonged. Death waited until the portal closed to let out a sigh of relief, his scythe dissipating into the air. “Have you ever wondered what it looks like on the other side of that portal, Grimm?”
Grimm shook his head as he began to walk off. “No. It is not our place to know that. Not until our time inevitably arrives.”
Death grinned awkwardly, as he jogged after his elder brother. “Well, if things keep up like this, that’s gonna be sooner than we planned.”
A small reluctant smile crept across Grimm’s face. “I… would not be so certain…”
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authorninja:Well! That ends the twisted story of Jack!
At least, for now…