M saw the man die and reappear instantly, and the astonished look on his face. That was no special ability of his own, or he would be calm. Of course! He should have realized earlier! With Death gone in this realm, dying wasn't a possibility. He was calmer, at least for a second, until the calmness made him realize that a particular power, a particular Blessing, had been copied. For some reason, this enraged him. As the blue wall dissolved into yet more mist, dozens of swords appeared, constantly swirling around him, as two far more impressive ones appeared in his hands. A metallic mask appeared on his hooded face, and he prepared his cloak to harden on impact.

After these preparations, M charged at blinding speed, towards the Godmodder, in the eye of a storm of steel. He was unstoppable. If the Godmodder dodged, more blades would materialize in the direction he was dodging towards. If he attempted to block, the swords would surround him, and immediately stab at any flaw in the defense. A physical counter would be unwise, as it would result in the Godmodder being hurt by the deadly flurry, and it would stop [i]any[/i] projectile attempting to reach him. And if the Godmodder were to suddenlt manifest any sort of energy field, well, M could simply materialize swords inside of it.