[color=2e3192]"NOT BAD, DISEASE."[/color]  Death gave Disease a nod and a slight smile, holstering the two pistols and taking hold of the scythe.  Morana had no clue how to use the weapon, but Death did.  With a mental nod, Morana retreated and let Death control the body.  A dangerous smirk plus the sight of the weapon caused a few angels to back up nervously.  Then Death let loose.
Speeding through the angels like a whirlwind of fury, Death separated arms and legs from bodies, even causing the loss of one angel's head.  He gained some injuries as well, but nothing he couldn't cope with.  In the back of his mind, Morana was cheering him on and offering suggestions.  The two were a fearsome team.