Death Crawled nearly to the tip, careful to not get noticed.

"I have to do this quickly..." He said as he looked over the battle. Strife was squating on a spike, guns blazing. Fury was whipping anything within reach closer to her and tearing it to shreds. War was dodging and smacking and getting a cut or two on Scrap.

Death looked back over to Fear. He was standing there with his arms behind his back and standing on a conjured mist platform. Death started to crawl farther up the spike, picking up speed as he went.

He let one hand go to his hip and grab one of his scythes. The other hand kept him balance and scratched into the spike. Death sprinted toward Fear. He HAD to bring this adreen down.

Death leaped at the edge, grabbed his other scythe, pressed them together, and swung it at Fear. Fear was knocked forward. He growled at the pale rider.

"Now you've really made me mad!" Fear said as his eyes turned to slits.