Death along with his kin all glared at the mysterious rider. War was about to walk forward and take Fear on. Death put a scythe in his path, telling him he would handle it.

War begrudgingly backed off. Death stepped forward toward Fear.

"We finish this. Now." He stated as he gripped his scythes. Fear smirked at him.

"Fine with me." He said right back. Fears hands changed to strange gauntlets that looked like bubbled flesh. They had claws at the fingertips. Fear looked Death right in the eye.

They both charged at eachother, clashing together. Fear scratched at Deaths chest, missing him. Death knocked Fear down with his scythes. He tried to stab his scythes into his chest, but Fear rolled out of the way and stood up.

They charged at eachother again, this time coming into a blocking stance. Fear held his gauntlet arms up, keeping Deaths scythes from coming down on him.