Then I felt the muscles in my contract as I heard the scythe swing at me from above. The spasms made me nearly paralyzed, but I was able moved from the weapon from beheading me. Instead, it scraped my shoulder just slightly. The immense pain overpowered my muscles, releasing me from whatever hold was on me. My feet stumbled and I nearly fell onto the ground. The burning agony in my shoulder took all my focus. A single glance saw a sliver of my shoulder gone, in its place was blackened flesh with equally black veins slowly traversing my body. When it reached my own glowing veins, it stopped.