blastedbackbone:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“Oh, aye. We do.” Eric summoned his scythe with a sweep of his arm and broke into a horrible grin. His grip tightened on the handle. “If it’s me ‘r ye, kid, yer the one tha’s no’ gonna make it tae tomorrow!" 

          _{“Kid?” Ezra unfolded his arms slowly, a hand hovering over the holster strapped to his thigh — just where his gun rested. “… We’ll see about that.”}

“Ye think tha’ thing will kill me?” Eric laughed, indicating to the gun with a sharp nod of his head. “An’ here I thought ye were serious about killing a death god.”