M respawns, flinching.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" He makes a motion ith his arms, and spikes come out of his robes. Of course, they twist and turn to allow him freedom of movement, but they manage to guard every place that is open to attack. "Try punching me now!" He gloats. After this, he sees the Godmodder holding the charged sword, and smirks. "Do you really think you'll be able to use my own weapons just like that?" M snaps his fingers, and the Godmodders sword fades into a blue mist. Since it is charged, and can't move away from the Godmodder, it instead goes into his nostrils and mouth, forcing him to slip into a magical, deep sleep.

M then thinks aloud,
"You know, we could really use a bit of help here," and grabs a sort of intercom. He turns it on, and says,
"Hey, A, we have a tough one here. He's replaced his world's Death. That's right, you heard me. I've got a bit of help, but you could be useful."
Faintly audible from the intercom, she answered,
"I'm a bit far, but I'm on my way!"
Charge: 1/7