&quot;Please, do not call me a god of death. I am simply Death, the taker of souls. Perhaps the name 'Grim Reaper' would be more appropriate. But yes, I am here to remove your soul from this realm.&quot; <i>The young man extends his arms out, and in a burst of blue flame, a scythe appears in his hand.</i> &quot;In approximately four days, Death will come to your soul. Should you will it, we may duel for your soul any time prior to that date, but no later. Should you manage to defeat me, I shall withdraw, and you will continue to live on as you have been. Please consider your options. As for you, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, I apologize, but it simply my creed to honor the full names of those who I speak with. I mean you no ill will.&quot;

OOC: <spoiler>Could you please explain to me what exactly you just did? I'm having a bit of a hard time understanding.</spoiler>

&quot;A god will be a god, no matter their subjects. Death is not to blame. Death is honest. And Death... is here with you, always.&quot; <i>A sudden gust of wind can be felt behind Harry and Rep, and in a moment a young man stands behind them, a dark hood covering the majority of his face, and a long torn cape flowing in the wind.</i> &quot;Zane Thomas Matthew, and Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, good evening. I do hope the day fairs you both well.&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Disaides)</div>

<i>After Rep drills into the ground, the man zips over to the hole in which he drilled into and stands over it.</i> &quot;I do hope this isn't the best you can do.&quot; <i>Opening up his left hand towards Rep's entrance, a stream of bright orange flames travel from his hand down into the hole.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Disaides)</div>

&quot;Yes, Zane Thomas Mayhew. You have met with death many times, I am aware. Yet, this is your first encounter with the true Death. I come here with a warning. The soul of Zane Thomas Mayhew is soon to be within the hands of Death. You, among countless others, are subject to the unlawful escape of death. While others have simply evaded it, you have fully bypassed it on more than one occasion. Once again, it comes time for Death to make an attempt at your being.&quot; <i>He turns to Dresden, the deep red eyes beneath his hood staring deep into him.</i> &quot;I understand my appearance brings chaos among mankind. Death is rarely pleasing to encounter. However, know that my business here does not lie with you, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, and calm yourself.&quot;

&quot;Not so fast! Running from this fight means your demise, Zane Thomas Mayhew!&quot; <i>The man keeps his grip firmly on Rep's right hand, now traveling with him as he tunnels underground. He once again brings his scythe back, and smashes the blade into the wall of the tunnel, attempting to halt both of them while underground.</i>

&quot;No title could ever do a given name justice, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I apologize, but I must decline to your inclination to avoid the full extent of your given name.&quot; <i>The man grips his scythe with both hands, now staring at Rep, ready to fight.</i> &quot;If that is what you wish, very well. My conditions for this duel are as follows: <center><b>One, should your flesh be struck by the blade of my scythe, your soul is forfeit. Two, should you become unable to fight, your soul is forfeit. Three, should you become unwilling to fight, you soul is forfeit.</b></center> If these conditions are acceptable to you, please, begin this match. As this is a duel regarding your soul, I see little reason for Death to make it's strike first.&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Disaides)</div>

<i>Spinning his scythe at the flames now bursting out of the ground behind himself, the spray out away from him before dispersing.</i> &quot;Albeit a tad fruitless, a clever move. Perhaps flames weren't the best of options after all.&quot; <i>Shifting his grip on the scythe and using both hands, he brings it back behind his head before slamming the bladeless end of the head into the ground with heavy force, causing the ground in the area to crumble. The crumbling grow larger as more time passes due to the tunnels created by Rep, eventually finding their way to his location while drilling.</i> &quot;Death has you in it's gaze once more...&quot;

OOC: <spoiler>I did not go behind Rep, only behind the orbs that were coming towards Rep. They would hit Rep before I reached him, although if he dodged the orbs he probably dodged the scythe slash. However I believe I can still make this work.</spoiler> <i>Getting impaled by Rep's claws, the young man smirks. He immediately grabs Rep's right hand with his left, keeping it in place while he brings his scythe up to Rep's throat with his right.</i> &quot;I believe this duel is over. Do you submit, Zane Thomas Mayhew?&quot;

&quot;Very well, let us continue.&quot; <i>Spinning his scythe, he moves it over to just his left hand and slams it to the ground. In his right, he conjures multiple balls of energy, which he throws in Rep's direction in a medium-spread fan shape, before dashing off right behind them, readying his scythe for a wide slash at Rep's torso, attempting to catch him off guard with the balls of energy.</i>