My feet carried me in a full sprint with strength I didn’t know I still had. I blinked past the broken furniture and buildings and a few more times before I was right in front of Death. He swung his scythe, but I was expecting that response. Sliding along the ground, I slammed Excalibur into the ground to slow my speed leaving an angry white fissure left in its wake. With Death’s back to me, my hands turned into claws glowing purple at the tips before receding into a sapphire and my usual pale tone. My free hand rose in an uppercut, my flames igniting at the tips and slashing across the back of the cosmic being. There was a painful coldness as my clawed hand raked across the odd body, but the warmth quickly healed any effect I would have taken.