[center][h1][color=purple]Death[/color][/h1][/center]
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Before Death could get an answer from any of the people he walked up on, something big started shouting at them in an aggressive manner. Death thought the beast to be a demon from Hell and went for his scythes, readying them, he slowly moved towards Bowser. Suddenly, a human in old looking clothes started pointing a gun at the Centurion, claiming him to be apart of something that sounded like a clan of some kind. Before he could understand or make sense of the situation another human showed up, also wielding a gun.

There were people who seemed to be attempting to calm things down but Death wasn’t too interested in that right now. He focused his attention on the giant creature, by far the biggest and probably most dangerous one here. He noticed that he wasn’t as powerful as he once was, in fact he felt rather weak currently compared to how he felt before the light. Eventually, he dismissed these thoughts, his attention again returning to the giant demon before him, ready to strike it down at any moment if need be.