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!" 

Ezra glanced at the scythe before him, a brow perked. “Absolutely not…” He lifted his gaze to the death god once more. “… Then again, it’s not like you have a choice.” With that, he turned his gun in his hand — fingers curled around the barrel — and swung at him sharply.

With very little effort, Eric avoided his swing. “Too slow!” He laughed. “Now it’s m’ turn!” Launching himself forward, he threw his fist at the mortal man’s stomach.